Chapter 383 (1/2)

There are also three, six, nine and so on.

The most superior nature is the superior God, and the most inferior is the demon fairy who is raised by mortal practitioners or the arrival of demon cultivation.

However, Hejiang immortal has been immortal for millions of years. It can be said that he stands on the third floor of the pyramid and has deep magic power. There are almost few enemies in the fairy world. He will be killed and even the immortal soul can't escape. No wonder Xi earth will show this look.

Thinking of the light blood smell he smelled in Moli just now, Jiujiu couldn't help frowning, but he still chose not to say anything.

Whether he Jiang immortal was killed by Mo Li or not, Jiu Jiu decided to let it rot in her stomach.

Xi rang returned to his palace with Jiu Jiu in his arms, and began to walk through the gate.

Although he is the only son of the fairy mother, he is still young after all. If someone really wants to kill the fairy, he will also send vegetables.

But what makes Jiujiu helpless is that Xi rang is trapped here and can't go out, but she won't go out.

Jiujiu sat on the small couch beside the bed, shaking her two small thin legs and reading in pieces.

Last time, Moli finally paid attention to her, but she broke her promise. Jiujiu felt that if she went to find Moli again, Moli would ignore herself.

Jiujiu was melancholy in an instant.

The death of Hejiang immortal covered the peaceful fairy world with a layer of black fog.

The fairy mother sent countless people to find it, but they all returned in vain.

So far, two hundred years later, only Hejiang fairy died. Over time, people buried this matter in their hearts with great tacit understanding.

And Xitu is busy again.

Jiujiu finally has time to find Mo Li.

After two hundred years of not coming out, Jiu Jiu felt a little uneasy when she pushed Mo away from the Palace door again.

Jiujiu even wondered what she would do if Mo Li slapped her out. The door was opened from inside.

Today's ink is different from the past, wearing a white robe.

The pure white robe seems to be cut out by the moonlight, and the cuffs are embroidered with golden dark lines, which sets off the ink from the dignified face, making it more worldly and outstanding.

Jiujiu looked uneasily at Mo Li and whispered, ”Mo Li, I'm sorry.”

”I know,” Muri said.

To Jiujiu's surprise, Mo Li's voice is as crisp as pearl jade, deep and magnetic. It's even more pleasant to hear.

Jiujiu blinked, looked at Mo Li, and blinked in doubt: ”are you a voice?”

The ink left the drooping eyes, the dark eyelashes shook gently, made a cyan shadow under the eyes, and said softly, ”what are you looking for me?”

Although the tone was still cold, it was much better than directly lifting her to the ground before. Jiujiu quickly replied, ”I like you.”

Jiujiu always thinks that like is like. There's nothing to procrastinate and don't answer.

But she didn't expect that she liked to say this, and Mo Li's face became ugly.

Just for a moment, there were blue and purple marks on her face. Jiujiu hurriedly walked to Moli, but before she came to Moli, Moli's slender jade like fingers turned into a dark stone.

Mo Li waved.

Jiujiu was immediately ejected from the house.

But even if she was thrown out, she had great strength, but after she landed, she didn't feel too bad except that her ass might hurt.

Just thinking of Mo Li's palm that suddenly turned into stone just now, Jiujiu's eyebrows frowned together in an instant.

Standing outside the door and waiting for a while, after making sure she couldn't get in, Jiujiu left.

Inside the house, Mo Li looked at himself as if he were still the palm of a stone, and his face was ugly.