Qing Ci wanted to count him down two more sentences, but seeing his lonely expression at this time, he had to flick his sleeves and fly away from the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons with hatred.

"Now that self-blame is useless, you better hurry up and bring Ji Wuxin and Qiao Sanniang back, and get ready for the battle. Cang Wunian patted Ji Zi'an's shoulder and said in a low voice.

......

She felt as if she had a strange dream, in which she was taken to a place of ice and snow by Cang Wunian, and there was nothing but snow around her.

A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew towards her cheeks, and Hua Chengcheng couldn't help but shudder and shrank her neck, subconsciously hugging her arms and rubbing them vigorously, but no matter how hard she tried, it was to no avail, this snowfall was really cold and abnormal.

At this time, Cang Wunian hugged her into his arms from behind, and she obediently leaned on his chest, imagining that she had been warm from him when she felt cold, as she had done every time before.

But I don't know what's going on, this time Cang Wunian hugged her in her arms, she only felt an inexplicable chill down her spine, and she couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

"Brother Wunian...... The painting is so cold......" The painting woke up in a daze, feeling as if she was lying on a bed, and she couldn't help but curl up in a ball with the cold all around.

As her words fell, a large hand reached over her face and gently removed her veil. As if shocked by her beauty, after hesitating for a moment, the other party's slightly rough fingertips trembled slightly and gently rubbed her cheeks.

Hua Chengcheng struggled to open her eyes, and in a trance she saw that the person who was touching her face was none other than the Wunian brother she was thinking about. She hooked the corners of her mouth, stretched out her hands to hold the other party's hand, rubbed his palm tightly against her face, and muttered: "Brother Wunian, the painting is so cold, can you hug the painting?"

The other party didn't speak, just chuckled, and then took her into his arms.

At this time, the consciousness was not clear, and the painting Allure was like a docile little sheep, lying obediently in the man's arms, with his hands around his waist and hugging him tightly.

As time passed, what made her feel strange was that instead of getting warmer, her body became colder and colder. She couldn't help but whisper in confusion: "Brother Wunian, why is the painting still very cold?"

"Is it still cold?" the man asked softly, his voice less concerned and more nonchalant.

"yes, it's still cold, it's not usually like this. He didn't think much about it, just nodded honestly.

"That'...... Shall we do something to warm each other up?" the man's voice whispered softly in the ear of the painter, with a little hoarse and seductive.

"Hmm...... What does Brother Wunian want to do?" Painting Allure only had the word "warm" in his mind, and he didn't hear any extraneous sounds. It was the first time that Cang Wunian had spoken to her in such a tone, and she subconsciously drilled into Cang Wunian's arms again, wanting to grab some warmth.

The man chuckled, his lips fluttering like feathers across the ears of the painting, and then buried his face in her neck and kissed her softly and delicately.

Painting Allure only felt that half of her body was numb, and the long-lost intimacy made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She muttered and instinctively tried to push him away, but the man's arms around her back didn't let her go, but instead hugged her tighter.

His kiss intensified, and his big hands kept rubbing her back, as if to melt her into his body.

Painting Allure felt a little suffocated, and vaguely she realized that something was not quite right with Brother Wunian today. She was about to ask him why he was so intimate with her, but suddenly she felt a chill on her shoulders, and it was the man who had reached through her neckline and pulled her shirt down to her waist.

Then, the man's kiss moved down from her neck to her shoulder, and his palm pressed against the silky skin behind her, constantly tapping, swimming, and sliding all the way down to reach deeper.

Hua Allure's heart began to stir, and she had already guessed what Cang Wunian had said before that needed to warm them up. Emotionally speaking, she is naturally a hundred wishes to become husband and wife with Cang Wunian, and the two have had such a nearly misguided move more than once or twice.

But intellectually speaking, Hua Allure knew that they couldn't do this, and even for this, Cang Wunian was more rational than her, and it was him who reined in at the last moment.

But what's going on today? She just felt cold, and just wanted him to hug her quietly, and when her body gradually warmed up, the two of them would be fine. Why did Cang Wunian suddenly become so close to her, and even make such a blushing move.

And there is a feeling in the trance of the painting, at this time, Cang Wunian seems to be a veteran of flowers, and his every action is just right, not in a hurry, and in a moderate manner. Under his guidance, her untouched body had a faint urge to want him to give her more.

No, it doesn't feel right!

Huo Ran opened her misty eyes, condensed the mana around her, and pushed the man who was gently entangled with her at this time to the side, and then she quickly pulled up her clothes and wrapped the exposed skin tightly, staring at the man in front of her vigilantly and solemnly.

The man was suddenly pushed by her, and a trace of astonishment crossed his handsome face. But soon he returned to his normal expression, staring at the painting with a smile in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Seeing the face of the man in front of him clearly, the painting Allure was very stunned.

The man's gaze was hot and unabashedly swept back and forth on Hua Chengcheng's body, and said softly: "You have just been calling me 'Brother Wunian'?"

At the mention of Fang Cai, Hua Chengcheng's face suddenly turned red, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, she bit her lip hatefully, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why do you pretend to be Brother Wunian to lie to me?"

"Heh!" the man smiled contemptuously, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Hua Chengcheng's wrist, put her hand on his face despite her struggle, and said in a dumb voice: "You touch it carefully, see where I am pretending?"

Although Hua Chengcheng clenched her fists, as soon as she touched his face, she knew in her heart that this man did not mean to pretend, but that he was born with such a face - that handsome face like a demon that resembles a cangwunian.

Seeing the surprise in Hua Chengcheng's eyes, the man slowly let go of her hand, stood up, and said quietly: "Since it is not your will, I will not force you." What's more, I'm just a stand-in in your eyes. ”

With that, the man dodged and disappeared in front of the painting Allure.

Hua Chengcheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at her situation at this time - it was like a small cave, surrounded by uneven stone walls, and the display in the cave was very simple. She was now slumped on a stone bed with several layers of mattresses, but she could still feel the coldness that was peculiar to stone.

There was a stone table next to the stone bed, and there was a candlestick on the stone table, the candlestick was not bright, but it was enough for her to see everything around her.

When she looked into the distance, she saw that the place she should have called "the hole" was sealed like a cage by an iron door.

It seems that the other party has been prepared, and bringing her here is not really to offend her, but to hold her as a hostage.

Who is this man? What is this place? What is his relationship with Wan Qian Scarlet's two senior brothers who betrayed their master? Why did they arrest her? And most importantly, where was An Ruyue taken by them?

A chill hit, and the painting was secretly bad in the heart of the city, and the "haunting dream" actually had a seizure at this time, if she couldn't hold on to Cang Wunian to save her, she was afraid that she would definitely die.

"Brother Wu Nian, Brother Wu Nian!" Hua Cheng shouted anxiously in his heart.

But after a long time, no voice answered her.

She didn't know if it was because the distance was too far so Ji Zi'an's sound transmission Gu worm couldn't work, or because there was some special prohibition in this weird place that blocked her contact with the outside world. In short, no one will know that she is in danger right now, and if she wants to survive, she will have to rely on herself.

No matter how worried and scared it was, it was useless, so Hua Chengcheng simply wrapped all the bedding on the bed and sat cross-legged on the stone bed quietly.

Closing her eyes, the figure of Cang Wunian appeared in her mind. Every movement and expression of Cang Wunian, the unsophisticated but very passionate and impulsive feeling when he kissed her, the red-faced heartbeat of his hug and sleep with her frankly, his coldness, his worries, everything constantly lingered in the mind of Hua Allure.

Her heart was painful and sour, but at the same time there was an indescribable sense of well-being, two very different sensations intertwined with an illusory warmth, slowly spreading through her meridians. With every inch of that warmth, her bones ached, but at the same time the coldness in her body seemed to decrease by a minute.

From a distance, the painting Allure and the futon wrapped around her were like a huge ice lump, and the ice mound was constantly bubbling out with a trace of cold, and the only pretty face in her body that was not wrapped in the futon was shrouded in a thin layer of frost at this time.

"Painting, hold on, you must stick to it. Linjie Island is just the starting point of the path of painting souls, you can't fall at the beginning, Brother Wunian is still waiting for you, you must persevere......"