"Finally, can you kiss me?"
Facing the moonlight, Portilia raised her face slightly, her whole figure seemed to be glowing, as beautiful as a dream.
Lowering his head slightly, looking into those golden eyes, looking at the reluctance, satisfaction and expectation contained in those eyes, Ji Mo gently pressed his lips on those cold and sexy lips.
Immediately, Portelia narrowed her eyes happily, and sighed with contentment but reluctance. There were too many emotions yet to be expressed in her golden eyes that slowly dimmed.
Unfortunately, there is no time...
Like a candle burning out its last energy, blown by the gentle night wind, Portelia turned into fine ice crystals and dispersed little by little with the wind, like a sandy rock. Under the moonlight, she looked like a flying star. Like a flowing firefly, it slowly left with the night wind.
Watching the person in his arms slowly disappear, Ji Mo looked gentle and stroked the hair, gently touching the quiet face with a happy smile with his fingers, following the contours of the face Outlined slowly.
However, although there is no change on the surface at the end of the season, the energy in the body slowly becomes chaotic with the surging emotions at the end of the season. Without the control of the end of the season, the energy in the body is constantly transforming back and forth. Sometimes it turns into spiritual power, sometimes it turns into true energy, and sometimes it turns into elemental power.
Like a surging ocean, it is constantly beating back and forth, constantly flowing through Ji Mo's body.
Ji Mo snorted, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the seeds transformed from the three power seeds in his dantian began to tremble slightly.
In this regard, Ji Mo seemed not to notice, still looking at that face infatuatedly, until after a soft 'bang' sound, Portilia disappeared into his arms, as if she had never appeared. All the same, leaving no trace.
Looking at the ice-crystal fireflies flying around him, the energy in Ji Mo's body exploded. His mental power, true energy, and vitality were constantly transforming back and forth. Almost in one breath, he could transform back and forth hundreds or thousands of times. Tens of thousands of times, these three kinds of energy were constantly switching, and for a moment, it seemed as if they were fused together, turning into a strange energy of green, blue, and transparent colors.
White frost appeared from under Ji Mo's body and spread continuously on the green grass. Flying snowflakes fell from the sky and danced with the night wind under the moonlight. The vegetation frozen by Ji Mo's body was affected by the force of Yuan Li. Under the ice, with a touch of emerald green, he drilled out of the ice with all his strength, and unknown flowers of different colors bloomed...
The wind, flowers, snow and moon are like a dream.
This dream scene that should be enjoyed by everyone is now catalyzed by the separation of life and death, which is full of irony.
"Kacha!" There was a sound that only Ji Mo could hear, but deep in Ji Mo's Dantian, the trembling seed cracked open. It didn't look like it was damaged and shattered, but like a seed sprouting. Like a gap, a gap appeared, and a little bud without any color protruded from it.
Ignoring the abnormality of the seeds in his dantian, Ji Mo, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head as if he felt something.
Under the moonlight, the ice crystals that shattered Portelia's body actually circled him in a circle with the flying snow in the sky, while a figure that should have been transparent and invisible to others was actually swayed by the wind and snow. Down, slowly condensed into a white human shape in front of him, floating in front of him.
"Portelia..." Ji Mo, who has always been introverted, shouted in surprise, and the illusory figure that appeared in front of Ji Mo with the help of the power of ice and snow showed a faint smile, and hooked Ji Mo like a phantom arm. After closing the distance between the two of them, he gently kissed Ji Mo's lips.
The cold snowflakes melted at the touch, and the snow water, which should have no taste, had a sweet taste.
The next moment, Ji Mo's cold black eyes, full of sadness, slowly became warmer, as if a little spark had dropped into them.
Loosening his arms around Ji Mo, with a sweet smile, the man whose bones were shaped by wind and whose skin was made of frost and snow, under Ji Mo's gaze, rolled up the wind and snow in the sky and rushed directly to Ji Mo's feet. Mo Li.
Suddenly, Mo Li seemed to be picked up by a pair of invisible hands and flew in front of Ji Mo. Surrounded by patches of white snowflakes, Mo Li was completely covered in ice and snow.
After a blink of an eye, the ice and snow faded away like a layer of gauze, revealing the long black-sheathed sword named Mo Li again.
As if exuding an emotion called joy, Li Moli circled around Ji Mo, and then gently stayed in Ji Mo's ear for a moment.
The next second, a bright smile appeared on Ji Mo's face, and he thought that a word that only he could hear came from Li Moli, a word that directly sounded in his soul.
"Mo, don't be sad, I will be held in your hand, and I will always...accompany you!"
The sound fell, and Mo Li fell into Ji Mo's hand. With a slight tremble, a joyful sound of a knife sounded, and a brilliant sword light flashed through, separating a gap from the ice and snow on Ji Mo's head, letting the silver-white moonlight shine through. At the end of the season.
This magical scene made Erica and Maximus, who were standing not far from the end of the season, stunned for a moment, especially when they saw that there seemed to be an illusory figure appearing in the moonlight, and it was touching the hand of the end of the season. After holding them together, they unconsciously rubbed their eyes twice.
Ji Mo gently patted Mo Li and said softly to him: "Mo Li, Mo Li, Mo Li in this life...".
"Qiang!" Mo Li trembled slightly, and a voice linked to Ji Mo's soul responded in Ji Mo's soul. After two crisp laughs, Mo Li regained his composure again.
"Go to sleep, have a good rest!" Ji Mo stroked the scabbard twice, murmured, and took Mo Li back into his personal space.
Under her strong obsession, Portilia's soul actually merged into Moli, and merged with a little bit of spirituality generated by Moli himself, becoming Moli's sword spirit and surviving in another way. Come down, this is really an unexpected surprise.
Although Portelia is still very weak because she has just fused, and has no time to accumulate, she is still very weak. She can only simply convey her emotions, and it takes a lot of strength to even finish a sentence, but at the end of the season, she believes that, As time goes by and as he becomes stronger and stronger, Portelia in Li Moli will one day appear in form and appear in front of him and Erica again.
It’s hard to let go, it’s hard to let go. Since I can’t stay with you in life, then I will follow you throughout the world in death!
This is Portilia’s obsession!
