"Why did Xianjun remember to come to me?" Mo Li took a slight sip of tea and asked absentmindedly.

"Can't you come if you're fine? Xiao Lili, let's not be too ruthless. Bai Yan pursed his lips and called out the nickname he had given to Mo Li on his own initiative.

Mo Li heard "Xiao Lili's" hand slammed, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Little Lili. At the beginning, Sheng Nan learned from her master, and she loved to call it Moli.

At that time, the girl was always around him, talking non-stop, and her proud self seemed to be his whole world.

It's a fact, though.

"Xiao Lili, you can cut a fruit for me!"

"Xiao Lili, why do you say I love you so much?"

"Xiao Lili, why don't you end this holy war, let's go and open a worry-relieving teahouse, aren't you the best at doing this?"

"Xiao Lili, when the sea of death in the Worry-Solving Teahouse is full of a thousand boats and a thousand flowers on the trees, I will come back...... Live..."

Suddenly looking back, the Yiren have gone.

"Moli, Anan is dead. He died at the time of the Holy War. Bai Yan frowned, his eyes flashed with unbearability, he hesitated, but said slowly.

"I know, but I always felt like she was alive." The gentleness that had not changed for ten thousand years finally had a crack, and Mo Li pursed his lips, shedding sadness and despair.

"But even you know it's not true."

"No, she said that as long as a thousand boats are filled in the sea of life, she will come back." Mo Li said with a slightly excited breath. The aroma around him suddenly seemed to come to life, rushing towards Bai Yan.

"The Teahouse for Anxiety Relief, the Six Realms are reincarnated once, a flower is added every six hundred years, a boat is opened, a thousand boats are opened... You can't even reach the destruction of the original spirit. Bai Yan smiled bitterly, the hem of his clothes moved slightly, and the fatal aroma suddenly disappeared.

She's just trying to keep you alive. Bai Yan still had half a sentence in his heart.

Mo Li raised his head when he heard this, returned to his former gentleness, and smiled slightly, "If you have a dream in your heart, you can still live." ”

Bai Yan was shocked to see that Mo Li was so moody. He looked at his old friend with a complicated expression, and there was sadness and pity in his heart.

Now Mo Li has gone mad, and he is still gentle and elegant on the surface, but in fact, his heart has already fallen into the devil's path. The Immortal Monarch who used to be stable and sunny and relieved thousands of sorrows was already so paranoid. That's why Moli wants to trap himself in this world.

I still remember that before leaving, Mo Li found Bai Yan and said, "I only know now that some sorrows in the world can never be resolved." Since there is no solution, it is better to forget about each other. "From now on, I will be called Forget Worries.

When Bai Yan was still sighing, Mo Li suddenly looked at Xiangshengmen, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Someone is coming." ”

Bai Yan's thoughts returned, his eyebrows raised, and he asked curiously, "Who is it?" ”

Mo Li slowly closed his eyes when he heard this, and the aroma around him suddenly faded a little. The next moment, his eyes opened, and Mo Li said with interest.

"Mortal realm, Yingzheng."