It's just that after Huang Qingwan was thrown to the Shenzhou Continent by the teleportation space, Mo Jiu could no longer feel this breath, and the yin ocean isolated all the breath.

Even if Huang Qingwan kept wearing the purple gold bell given to her by Mo Jiu, Mo Jiu couldn't feel the breath of the purple gold bell.

Now, the laurel tree in front of the prince's east palace has changed, resonating with the Supreme Heavenly Palace on the top of the Divine Prefecture, and Mo Jiu felt the breath of the purple gold bell and the phoenix in the first time.

She's alive, really, it's great-

His Highness the Demon has never felt so happy, and the heart that once sank to the bottom of the lake has faded away in an instant.

In this world, there is nothing more than knowing that Huang Qingwan is still alive, which makes him happy.

Mo Zun sat opposite him, a pair of blue eyes as clear as glass, faintly falling on Mo Jiu, it seems that his younger brother is really moved.

"Jiu, do you really care about that person?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was still sitting in the same place, his body was unmoved, his luxurious silver-blue robe was slightly spread out, and his whole person was delicate like a work of art.

Mo Jiu heard his voice, only then came back to his senses, looking at Mo Zun's blue eyes, his heart sank, he almost forgot, Zun, also cared about Huang Qingwan so much.

His affection for the phoenix, all his scruples, all came from Mozun.

He didn't want to respect anything he cared about, including, the phoenix.

It's just that His Royal Highness the Demon underestimates his feelings for Huang Qingwan too much, no matter how much he controls himself, he still can't help but miss her, and he can't say what he misses.

Seeing that Mo Jiu didn't speak, Mo Zun finally moved, his wide sleeves flicked lightly, and he slowly stood up, his body was very slender, slightly taller than Mo Jiu.

Crossing the chessboard and walking up to him, his slender hand as jade fell on Mo Jiu's slightly thin shoulder, and said slowly, "Jiu, in this world, the most hurtful thing is love, I can protect you from any harm, but I can't protect you from emotional injury, that woman, even if she lives, is destined not to belong to you." ”

"Zun, what is love?" Mo Jiu looked at the laurel flowers on the trees outside the prince's East Palace, which were still blooming recklessly, and Mo Zun told him like this, and he was puzzled.

Although His Highness the Demon is very powerful, although occasionally his belly inadvertently turns black, scaring people to death.

But on the whole, His Royal Highness the Demon is definitely a very simple person, so simple that he doesn't know what the love between men and women is.

Mo Zun was actually asked by him, what is love, in fact, he doesn't know.

It's just that he knows a little more than Mo Jiu.

"Love is to like someone, or to be liked." After a long time, he said.

"If you like someone, or if you're liked, why does it hurt?"

"If you like someone who doesn't like you, you will get hurt." In the face of Mo Jiu, Mo Zun is always full of patience, in front of Mo Jiu, he is just an elder brother.

"I like someone, why would she not like me?" Mo Jiu was really puzzled, and asked several questions in a row.

In his opinion, he likes Huang Qingwan, and Huang Qingwan should like him as a matter of course.

But the truth seems to be that Huang Qingwan doesn't like him.

He never understood why Huang Qingwan didn't like him, perhaps, Zun knew the answer-