In the following days, Si Lijun passed a long time in this memory that I don't know who it was.

He sometimes guessed that this might be Mo Jiuqing's memory, and maybe it was Mo Xuan's memory.

In short, in this memory, he gradually became a spectator, and in this memory, he did not call Su Mo again.

Although Mo Jiuqing and Su Mo are the same person, it is difficult for him to mix the two names together, because there is still some difference between this Mo Jiuqing and the Su Mo he met tens of thousands of years later.

As for the difference, it is difficult to say clearly, maybe it is the personality, or maybe compared to this Mo Jiuqing, that Su Mo is more down-to-earth.

The days of the Heavenly Tribulation World passed very slowly, and Mo Jiuqing's days were also very boring, and the days of other immortals were day after day, year after year, and at least they could cultivate and improve their cultivation.

And Mo Jiuqing was already at the top of the Ten Thousand Realms from the beginning, and he was even exempted from the process of cultivation and upgrading.

So, such a boring day passed slowly for a thousand years, and Si Lijun's perspective was also trapped in this thousand years, and he could really feel that he seemed to have lived a thousand years old, and like a stone, he could be called the second ink stone.

In the past thousand years, the only thing that happened the most was that Mo Jiuqing chatted with Mo Xuan, who had turned into stone.

One-sided, of course.

Mo Jiuqing told every trivial matter from her incarnation to the present, as if she used Mo Xuan as a diary, even if she had a few belly pockets and her quirks such as collecting umbrellas.

Sometimes Mo Xuan would complain to himself, and the words he complained about were the same as Si Lijun's, such as "It won't rain in the Heavenly Tribulation World, and I don't know what you collect umbrellas for." ”

However, speaking of rain, the weather in the Heavenly Tribulation World also has a lot to do with Mo Jiuqing's mood, so if it rains in the Heavenly Tribulation World, unless Mo Jiuqing cries, but Mo Jiuqing will not cry.

A thousand years later...

A crack was made in Mo Xuan's stone.

Soon Mo Xuan came out of the crack.

Forget about the poolside, there is only Mo Xuan alone... Oh, of course, there is the invisible Si Lijun, as for Mo Jiuqing, he is in the Nine Realms of the Heavenly Tribulation World at this time.

I heard Mo Jiuqing say that today there is a top demon cultivator from the Demon Sea World, a guy named Asura, who wants to cross the catastrophe and become an immortal.

That kid was very arrogant, so as early as a few days ago, Mo Jiuqing's main god had prepared a Nine Heavenly Thunder Package to be used by this kid.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuan, who had finally become a human, shuddered: "Mo Mo usually prepares for the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and it is all done with a cup of tea, but this time I have been preparing for a few days, but I can think of today's Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, this demon cultivator has to burn paper for himself." ”

I don't know when Mo Xuan's name for Mo Jiuqing has changed, after all, they are also acquaintances, and he can even guess what color belly pocket Mo Jiuqing will wear today.

After all, talking for a thousand years.

Walking to the edge of the pool, Mo Xuan stopped and looked at the hair in the pool, and said to himself: "Speaking of which, Mo Mo seems to have not cut his hair for a thousand years, and his hair is waist-long." ”

Yes, saying this, Si Lijun also remembered that Mo Jiuqing's hair had grown below the waist unconsciously, and in reality, Su Mo's hair had actually been above the waist.

This is probably the difference between the two.

Hair represents memory, and Mo Jiuqing didn't cut her hair, which shows that she doesn't seem to have unpleasant memories in the past thousand years.

Thinking of this, Si Lijun couldn't help but look at Mo Xuan, as if Mo Jiuqing hadn't cut his hair since Mo Xuan came.

So... Is it because of Mo Xuan's appearance that Mo Jiuqing feels happy?

At this time, Mo Xuan's hand slowly reached into the pool and scooped up a handful of hair inside, he didn't feel a severe headache like when Si Lijun fished out his hair, he just frowned and let out a sigh.

"Hey, my injuries will be healed in a few days, and if I'm gone, Momo will have no one to talk to. ”

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