Chapter 384 (1/2)

For ten thousand years, it takes a thousand years.

Jiujiu is xirang's spiritual pet. Xirang wants to be closed, and she naturally accompanies her.

It will be ten thousand years after I wake up from this retreat.

Jiujiu woke up once, shed her skin once, and her body became a little girl of 14 or 15 years old.

The face is still charming, but a small red mole appears at the corner of the eye. It looms with the shaking of Jiujiu's eyelashes, adding a bit of flirtatious beauty to the delicate face.

And Xi soil has become an adult man.

But the same is his eyes, gentle and lingering, as if with light.

Seeing Jiujiu wake up, Xi rang raised his hand and crossed Jiujiu's cheek. He felt the low smoothness of his hand. Xi rang's mouth pursed slightly and said softly, ”wake up.”

Jiujiu shook her eyes, looked at the resolute Xi soil whose outline has changed because of growing up, and made a sound.

Xi soil stood up, and the considerate fairy servant had prepared water to wait for him to take a bath.

And Jiujiu took advantage of the time to bathe in the soil and went to the outside of Moli's palace.

After ten thousand years, Moli's palace was as cold and lonely as it was at first sight.

Jiujiu doesn't know whether Moli has untied the boundary after ten thousand years. He tentatively extends his hand in, but he doesn't expect that the boundary has disappeared.

Jiujiu was stunned and hurriedly opened the door and walked into the house.

What she didn't know was that the moment she came in, the boundary appeared again, isolating and dissipating her breath.

Ten thousand years later, Moli took off his moon robe and put on his dark robe again. The room didn't open the window, and the darkness invaded Jiujiu's sight.

Jiujiu walked to Mo Li, slowly squatted down and shouted, ”Mo Li.”

It was as if the sea had changed, and it was like waking up the dreamer with a word. The ink gently shook away from the long and straight eyelashes. After a moment, it raised its eyes. The quiet eyes originally like dead water flashed and looked at Jiujiu again.

He opened his mouth, but his voice became hoarse for the first time: ”Jiujiu?”

Jiujiu nodded and held Mo Li's palm.

Moli's palm is big and warm, soft like the tenderest clouds in the sky. It's not as cold and ruthless as Jiujiu saw ten thousand years ago.

”You say, you like me?” Mo Li's voice was low and hoarse, and even harsh, but it was sweet to hear Jiu Jiu's ears.

Thinking of the last time the immortal Shi said that Mo Li couldn't speak, Jiujiu's eyes were sour. Without hesitation, he nodded and said softly, ”my heart is happy with you.”

Hearing Jiu Jiu's words, Mo Li only felt his dull chest swaying gently. When he lowered his head, he saw that Jiu Jiu's eyes were red and his eyes twinkled with tears.

Mo Li was stunned, raised his hand and crossed the corner of Jiujiu's eyes. He saw the glittering and translucent tears on his fingers, frowned, put the tears in his mouth, tasted the light saltiness, and felt the vibration of his heart more and more powerful.

Mo Li covers his chest, takes a long breath, subconsciously holds Jiu Jiu in his arms, almost can't wait, but implicitly prints a kiss on Jiu Jiu's forehead, closes his eyes, his eyes are light red, and you can see a touch of tears when you look carefully.

Then Jiujiu heard a familiar voice, deep and magnetic, with the feeling of lost and recovered: ”I'll wait for you.”

The voice was so familiar that Jiujiu almost immediately shouted out his original name: ”moye.”

Jiujiu didn't know why she called out the name, but after calling out, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. Tears fell down. She opened her arms and hugged Mo Li's waist. She sobbed and kept saying, ”I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

Mo Li gently hugged Jiujiu. Even if his heart was filled with thoughts, he could almost burn his chest, but he still whispered, ”it doesn't matter. I don't blame you. It's my own useless.”

Jiujiu's tear awakened almost all the memories of Mo Li, and he remembered.