She turned around and looked around, wanting to see her body and soul, but found that her consciousness couldn't get out at all, and except for walking in the direction of the wooden house, her consciousness had no way to turn back!
Mo Jiuli...
She no longer knew how to describe the collapse in her heart. If she had known this, she would not have allowed Rong Ming and others to come to the abyss of fire even if they were killed!
That was simply asking for trouble for himself. Mo Jiuli once again felt deeply that the fairy world was simply against him!
I really want to go back to the Sky City!
At that time, Mo Jiuli's consciousness had already arrived in front of the wooden house uncontrollably, and then stopped to the east. Not long after, the door of the wooden house opened!
A little boy of seven or eight years old appeared from inside. Mo Jiuli couldn't see the little boy's face clearly. His face was clearly not wearing a mask, but when Mo Jiuli saw it, it was completely foggy and he couldn't see clearly!
The little boy was wearing a set of red clothes. It looked like the fabric was not an ordinary fabric. Although it was small, probably only as high as Mo Jiuli's thighs, it gave Mo Jiuli a kind of
Misty feeling!
Although Mo Jiuli's gaze began to move, the little boy came out of the wooden house and waved his legs to reveal a basin filled with water. Then he began to wash up, his movements as graceful as a nobleman!
After washing his face, the little boy waved his leg again, and a set of small square tables and chairs appeared in front of the wooden house. On top of the table was a set of chessboards that Mo Jiuli could not see clearly, but he knew in his heart that it was a chessboard!
Then, the little boy walked directly to the square table and walked eastward, quietly playing chess with him wherever he went. Until the night fell and Mo Jiuli's vision dimmed again, the little boy put away the chessboard, tables and chairs, and returned outside the house.
!
Mo Jiuli stood outside the door of the wooden house, trying to get in. Silly, he stood at the door all night. The next day when the east became red, the little boy appeared again in Mo Jiuli.
Before his eyes, the previous events were repeated until night fell and the little boy returned to the outside of the wooden house again!
The little boy who Mo Jiuli couldn't see clearly but had to look at was repeating three boring things every day, washing his face, playing chess with himself, and then going to bed. Mo Jiuli was so irritated that he couldn't close his eyes!
I'm so depressed that I can't leave!
I'm so angry that I can't wake up!
You can just passively follow the movement of the little boy or even stay still!
Mo Jiuli couldn't count how long such monotonous days had passed, nor could he count how many days, months or even years he had been there stupidly. In short, by the end, Mo Jiuli was already numb!
Unable to resist, she gave up resisting. She didn't think about anything, let alone control herself. She let her consciousness and sight be pulled, watching the little boy repeat three things day after day!
Mo Jiuli discovered that even if he was numb, the little boy was still the same as the first time he saw him. His appearance could not be seen clearly, and he had not even grown taller or fatter. Mo Jiuli felt relieved after thinking about it.
It’s a miracle that the little boy didn’t even drink a sip of water or eat anything. He didn’t starve to death. How could he grow taller and fatter?
No matter how many methods Mo Jiuli tried, they were all useless. After Mo Jiuli had completely given up, one morning, he didn’t know how long it had passed. Mo Jiuli found that after the little boy woke up and washed his face, he did not take out the square table.