"And I'...... Could it be a person in the painting that the purple-clothed fairy placed in the human world to accompany you, or a wisp of divine thought, or a puppet she made casually, so that I can temporarily accompany you instead of her, but it is impossible for me to truly own you.

"Brother Wunian, if one day my guess really comes true, I am willing to die by your side, even if I only really have you for one night, anyway, I will not have an afterlife, just take it as a reward from you and the fairy, let me be selfish, and I will die without regrets." ”

Cang Wunian, who was in a coma, didn't hear the muttering of the painting allure, and if he heard it, he was afraid that he would be angry again. In the past ten years without awakening the soul, he feels like he is living in a fog, he can see it, but he can't see it clearly.

He has been deeply exposed to the three religions and nine streams in the world, but no matter how similar he acts, when he encounters emotional problems that he really needs to deal with, he still can't grasp that attitude and mood.

He didn't understand how he felt about painting Allure, he only knew that his cold heart lake would occasionally ripple because of her, and his concern and concern for her were involuntary. But if he really wanted to think about that feeling, he couldn't figure it out at all, except that because she would become a painting soul, he didn't understand why he cared about her.

He also had a similar feeling about Qing Ci, feeling that this scholar could bring him familiarity and cordiality, but he didn't know what this inexplicable cordiality represented, because he couldn't see his feelings clearly, so he always doubted him repeatedly before.

As for Ji Zi'an, he didn't understand what it was like, he only knew that he couldn't treat him like he did with Qing Ci, but he didn't dislike him either, the two of them were like rivals who respected each other, and they seemed to be friends who could help each other.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, Cang Wunian often wondered if the soul in his body was still there, would everything be different. Over the years, he seems to have figured out only one thing, and that is that he is actually very lonely, not because he has no one to accompany him, but because he doesn't really feel it.

It's like a dream he's caught in a coma.

In the blur, he seemed to be back on the eight-hot volcano tonight, and the picture in front of him was the power that erupted from his body the moment he touched the purple fire.

He felt as if he had seen something vaguely at that moment, maybe it was a weapon, maybe it was some treasure that he was familiar with, and it flashed by, but it tickled his mind.

He wanted to take a step forward and see better, but everything around him was blurry again.

There was a feeling of swelling pain in his body, as if some powerful force was scurrying in the meridians in his body, and then gathered in his dantian.

In this way, he dragged his aching body in the vague dream, constantly looking for a way out, but he didn't know how to walk to see the dawn......

If Qing Ci chased An Ruyue's room to a beautiful spring, and there was a faint sadness in the room where the painting fell into the city and Cangwunian, then at this time, Ji Zi'an's room was inexplicably weird and depressing.

Before he walked out of Cang Wunian's room, Ji Wuxin followed closely behind him. And when he walked to the door of his room, he said two words lightly: "Come in." ”

Hearing this man's emotionless voice, Ji Wuxin couldn't help but tremble slightly, but the master's order couldn't be disobeyed after all.

After the two entered the room, Ji Zi'an sat on the chair and asked Ji Wuxin to sit next to him. There was no light in the room, and he didn't speak again after sitting down, as if he had completely forgotten that there was a Ji Wuxin next to him.

In the dim and quiet room, Ji Wuxin could only hear the breathing of herself and Ji Zi'an, if she didn't have a heart, she might still be able to hear her nervous heartbeat.

After a long time, Ji Wuxin asked softly very carefully, "Master...... It's not too early, aren't you going to take a break?"

Hearing this, Ji Zi'an slowly turned his head to look at her, but his always shining and sharp eyes were slightly confused at this time.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Ji Wuxin's cheek, and said in a low voice, "Wuxin, have you ever hated me?"

Ji Wuxin didn't know what Ji Zi'an meant by asking, he was her master, her life was given by him, she respected him, and at the same time was very afraid of him, but hatred seemed to be impossible to talk about.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Wuxin shook his head, "Wuxin has never hated his master. ”

"I know, you've always been afraid of me, but I'm curious, what are you afraid of me?" Ji Zi'an's hand still caressed her cheek, and there was a little pity in his eyes.

Ji Wuxin's body stiffened, and her brows couldn't help frowning slightly—what were you afraid of? She really never thought about this question, was she afraid that he would be able to destroy her if he raised his hand?

"I ...... I don't know, it's just instinctively afraid, but my life is given by my master, and if my master wants me to die, I will never complain. Ji Wuxin replied very cautiously.

"Instinctive fear...... Ji Zi'an muttered to herself, her hand leaving her cheek, and then asked, "Is it like your fear of that purple fire tonight?"

Ji Wuxin nodded, "Well, I always feel that Zihuo is the same as the master, so it can ...... Destroy me at any time. ”

"Wuxin, there are too many sins in you, I molded you out to atone for your sins. Don't be afraid, it's useless to be afraid. But don't worry, I won't ruin you, as long as I live for one day, you will live for one day. The corners of Ji Zi'an's mouth hooked up a weird smile, and his tone was very light.

Ji Wuxin's body trembled again, she never knew what Ji Zi'an's purpose was for giving her life, from the moment she woke up and saw him, she knew that he was her master, she had to obey him, and even at that time she thought that all the puppets he had created in his hands were like her.

Later, she learned that there were indeed many, many puppets around him, but they were all men in appearance, and they had no independent thoughts and consciousness, so it didn't take too much time and energy to make such puppets.

And when she heard Ji Zi'an say that she was portrayed to atone for her sins, she couldn't help but be a little puzzled. Could it be that she was originally a heinous person, and she was not allowed to go back after death, so Ji Zi'an made her a puppet and let her wash away her previous sins little by little?

If she really had a lot of bad karma on her, she could understand why she was so scared before she saw the burning purple fire today, a puppet full of sins, I am afraid that the result of being washed away would be ashes.

"Can the master tell Wuxin, what kind of sin Wuxin is carrying?" After thinking about it for a long time, Ji Wuxin finally timidly asked this question that she was puzzled about.

Ji Zi'an chuckled, "It's better if you don't know, the more you know, the more you can't atone for your sins." ”

"It's unintentionally overstepping. Ji Wuxin hurriedly lowered his head.

Ji Zi'an didn't seem to think that she had any transgressions, but after being silent for a while, he asked lightly: "Wuxin, tell me, what kind of love you see in An Guo's memory." ”

Ji Wuxin was a little stunned, in her cognition, this man didn't seem to have any expectations for his children's love at all, as if his world didn't want this kind of thing. Not only love, but even friends and relatives he doesn't need.

However, it is such a man who doesn't seem to need feelings, and now he will come to her and ask her what such a puppet love looks like, which simply makes Ji Wuxin wonder if there is something wrong with his ears.

"What the master is asking, Princess Anguo's feelings for the monarch of Wansang Kingdom?" Ji Wuxin asked tentatively.

"Hmm. Ji Zi'an nodded lightly.

Ji Wuxin gasped, thought for a while and replied: "Xia Roumeng and Chu Yu are childhood sweethearts, she knows that it is impossible for Chu Yu to become the king of a country in the future, and she is the only woman, so she only hopes that Chu Yu can give her the most unique identity of a woman, but Chu Yu still can't make her the queen, and in the end she ends up depressed."

She loves Chu Yu and wants to stay with him for a long time, and she also wants to get all his favor. But being in the emperor's family, it is destined that the relationship between them is not pure, and after various interests are involved, she calculates more that she can compete for a few of her own interests from Chu Yu. ”

"Pure?" Ji Zi'an sneered, "You can tell me what kind of love is called pure." ”

Ji Wuxin was slightly stunned, and then said without thinking: "Take the other party's happiness as happiness, take the other party's sadness as sadness, and want to give him the best in the world, if you can't afford it, give him everything you have." As long as he is well, you can live for him, you can die for him, and there will be no complaints. ”

"Hahahaha......" Hearing Ji Wuxin's words, Ji Zi'an suddenly burst out laughing, and there was undisguised mockery in that laughter.

"This is pure love? So it seems that I can have as many such lovers as I want. Ji Zian said sneeringly.

Ji Wuxin looked at him inexplicably, "What does the master mean by this?"

Ji Zi'an suddenly took Ji Wuxin into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Take my emotions as your own emotions, give me everything she can give, live for me, die for me, and have no complaints, aren't you like this?"

Ji Zi'an's words made Ji Wuxin nervous instantly, and she said with a little shortness of breath: "Master...... Centerless...... Wuxin is just a puppet, naturally only loyal to his master. Wuxin doesn't understand what love is like......"

"Then you mean, you just talked nonsense?" Ji Zi'an chuckled.