Li Qiye didn't hear her thoughts.
Of course, even if she heard it, she would not listen to it.
At this time, Dong Lin was having lunch with Su Hao and the others.
These days, everyone basically lives and eats together. Su Hao and the others have benefited a lot, but Dong Lin has also benefited a lot.
He was very optimistic about the artifact made by Mo Qinghuan, and it indeed showed its power in the demon-slaying battle.
But seeing the artifacts Mo Qinghuan made now, he knew that his knowledge was shallow. Although the artifacts handed over by Luan Zhao were good, they were really nothing compared to the current ones. If the former were made of clay, , the latter is exquisite porcelain that has been carefully calcined, which is different from the same.
With the help of these artifacts, he will have a strong support when he returns to the heavenly realm and slays the Demon Lord again!
Of course, utensils are always dead objects and must be controlled by someone to make the most of them.
Dong Lin practiced day and night, and at this time, his skill had recovered to 50% to 60%.
It's a pity that the 50% or 60% of the skill is still not enough.
If he wanted to be absolutely sure, he had to restore his nine powers so that he could get out of the barrier and take revenge. For now, he still had to hibernate for a while.
Thinking that he had been dormant in Meishan for a day, and countless generals had been killed by the Demon Lord, Dong Lin's heart felt like it was on fire.
However, what was even more torturous was not this matter, but Mo Li.
The woman he longed for hung around in front of him every day, trying his best to please her, but he didn't dare to look at her, didn't dare to say another word to her, and even forced himself to be indifferent to her.
This was simply the ultimate torture for him!
Donglin felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
His heart was like a millennium of ice, but it was being roasted by such a hot fire like her, and it was melting every moment. He also struggled with it over and over again, as if there were two little people in his mind. There were constant fights.
The little white man said that he liked Mo Li, which did not conflict with revenge. Read the book
But the little black man said that if he gave up the ruthless way, his skills would probably end here, and it would be impossible to kill the Demon Lord again!
Reason told him that what the little black man said was right.
But his heart couldn't help but believe the little white man's words, and he was cruel again and again, but he could never really be cold to Mo Li. The thought of her being sad because of him made him go crazy.
Tangled up to this point, Donglin is often worried that he will break his original vow, will ignore it, will lose his mind and go crazy, forget his responsibilities and...
"Xiaofu!" Qingtian's brisk voice interrupted his thoughts.
Donglin didn't need to raise his head to know that it was Li Li who was calling him.
Her sweet fragrance filled his nose. He gritted his teeth and suppressed his desire to look up at her. He put down his rice bowl and asked lightly: "A-Li is here!"
"Are you full?" Li Li asked.
"No!" He shook his head hastily, "I have to add another bowl!"
"I'm here to help you!" Li Li picked up the rice bowl, helped him fill the rice, and then lay there, watching him eat eagerly.
Dong Lin ate very slowly, and it took him a while to finish a bowl of rice.
"Are you full?" Li Li asked again.
Donglin coughed lightly: "I have to add more..."
"Then add more!" Li Qiye didn't know that he saw that he was busy and deliberately delayed it. He reached out to serve the rice again, but Su Jinghan stopped him, "Xiaofu, you have already eaten five bowls! Do you want to stretch yourself to death?"
Dong Lin was exposed by him and pushed his job away. Just as he was about to make another excuse, his sleeve was firmly pulled by Li Qiye.
"Xiaofu, let me take you to eat!"
After saying that, he couldn't help but pull him and run away.
"A Li, I really have something to do!" Dong Lin gritted his teeth and refused, "You know, my memory can only be restored when my skills are restored!"
This excuse was specially used to deal with Li Qiye.
As long as he said this in the past, Li Li would stop pestering him and practice obediently with him.
But this time, Li Moli was very stubborn: "I
Taking you somewhere will definitely help you recover your memory! If you keep practicing, you will be very tired. Why don't you relax and find another way to retrieve your memory? OK? "
She shook his sleeves coquettishly, her eyes full of anticipation.
But Dong Lin knows that he cannot meet her expectations. If he meets her expectations this time, there will be a second time. This precedent cannot be set!
"A Li, I really..." He declined politely again. Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt the back of his hand feel warm. He raised his head and met Mo Li's tearful eyes, and his heart suddenly trembled!
Li Qiye actually didn't know why he was crying.
She has always been very thick-skinned, and is the best at pestering others. She was scolded for pestering her parents before, and she was still smiling. But at this moment, she felt aggrieved for no reason, and tears welled up unconsciously. When she realized She actually shed tears, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, fearing that others would laugh at her, she let go of Dong Lin's hand, twisted her head and ran away.
Donglin's heart also ran away with her.
He chased after him almost subconsciously. When he reached the threshold, he realized that he had broken the precept. He hesitated whether to go back or not. A small hand stretched out and grabbed his hand directly.
There was a "buzz" in Donglin's head, and he felt like he had lost his soul in an instant, being dragged away by Li Moli.
Her hands were boneless, soft and smooth. Holding them in her palm was like holding a delicate flower. The flowers were fragrant and refreshing, making his thoughts drift away unconsciously, to the cherry blossom tree of that year...
In the cherry blossom rain, the girl sings and dances to her heart's content, like an elf in the forest.
And he was fascinated by this elf. Even though his injuries had healed, he was still greedy for the time he spent with her, dragging her down day by day until that day came.
The sunset filled the sky that day, shining on the cherry trees, and those pink petals were so red that they seemed to be burning!
That day, the wine made by Mo Li could finally be dug out, and the two of them drank together and enjoyed the picturesque scenery.
He had seen many beautiful scenery in his life, but during those years of military service, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was nothingness in his eyes. It was not until he met Mo Li that he understood what people meant by enjoying the scenery.
The cherry blossom forest that year was as beautiful as a ridiculous dream.
He drank too much and lay drunk among the flowers. He slept for an unknown amount of time. When he woke up, the sky was filled with stars and the moon was like a shining moon, but Mo Li was not around.
He was worried that she was in danger, so he searched around and found a quiet lake. There was a faint sound of rushing water. He didn't know why, so he looked out and saw that under the moonlight, the woman's black hair flowed down like a waterfall, falling on her snow-white back. On his back, crystal drops of water flowed all the way down his hair, and his eyes slowly went down, all the way to the concave and convex slender waist. He reacted suddenly and seemed to run away. Run away!
No, no, he didn't run.
His people ran away, but his eyes and heart remained there, thinking about the scene over and over again with extreme greed and absurdity.
