That kind of affection was intense yet restrained, an exclusive gaze ant only for her, perhaps restrained because at that ti, she was just a baby! Mo Jiuli frowned slightly, in almost every scene, wherever she appeared, there would be Mo Ziyang...
She didn’t know why. By logic, in the scenes Little Jiuli regarded Mo Ziyang as a big brother, being very close to him, yet now Mo Jiuli looked at Mo Ziyang with an inexplicable sense of disgust, even hatred...
Why? Why would she have such feelings? Mo Jiuli was very puzzled!
The last scene ca to when she was six years old, Mo Ziyang seemingly wanted to take her to so longevity banquet, and then the scene completely disappeared. Moreover, after the scene vanished, a line of words appeared: Trust not those around you...
Mo Jiuli was very confused, unable to understand what these five characters ant, and why, despite apparently being familiar with the Netherworld, it was so. What had happened to her in the first life? Why does her mory of the second life stop at six years old? What exactly was the reason?
Mo Jiuli felt that the closer she got to the truth, the more she knew, the farther it seed she was from it. She was well aware that Uncle Yama knew everything, but he was unwilling to tell her. Was it really because her abilities were insufficient?
Actually, she really wanted to tell Uncle Yama that she had already changed; nothing could break her now! Didn’t she already endure through the destruction of the Mo Residence on the Lingtian Continent?
Mo Jiuli knew it was no use fretting over it; as Zi Ye said, she should just let things take their course! She was no longer who she was in the past two lives. In this life, she would never again be so fragile, relying on amnesia to live...
No matter if it was for her protection or for her own good, making her forget, she would still cherish it, but when she finally rembers, regardless of what happens, she would remain at peace...
Mo Jiuli discovered her body was still in a coma, with a layer of gray fog, seemingly Netherworld Energy, surrounding it. Since that was the case, she might as well cultivate! Mo Jiuli closed her eyes and began to absorb the Netherworld Energy within her...
*
Divine World
In the depths of the Northern Snow Mountain, a white building stood tall, looking from afar like a Palace built from snow, unparalleled in beauty. In a vast snowfield, the white building emitted a faint fluorescence, draping the entire structure with a layer of enchanting veil, mysterious and luxurious...
Mo Caiyi gently touched her faintly aching chest, her beautiful eyebrows knitted deeply once again. Recently, she didn’t know why her chest always caused subtle pain, occasionally waking her up at midnight. However, to avoid drawing the attention of the man beside her, she only held her aching heart when alone. Her dical skills were divine, so she knew that apart from amnesia and sealed Divine Power, her body was intact without any ailnts. Yet this chest pain seed to be caused by sothing important related to soone or sothing...
But she had no mory, and despite having divine dical skills, she could do nothing to restore her mory! In this bewildered state, she lived each day as though it were a year...
Occasionally, she tired of living like this, but sotis she found it quite good! She herself felt conflicted and confused. Yet, regardless of the life she desired, she knew there was nothing she could do; her fate and life were not hers to control...
User Comments
0 comments from readers