The bed curtain was suddenly lifted, and the painting Allure was obviously taken aback, and when he looked up, he naturally saw the face that made him even breathe, only to see the man's black hair scattered on his shoulders at this time, and a few strands of hair hanging in front of him were as smooth as the purple and gold satin he was wearing.

The only thing that is not quite harmonious is that the man's face at this moment slightly shows a little bit of anger and a touch of anger, which destroys the warmth and laziness.

The panic in the woman's eyes did not escape Cang Wunian's eyes, he coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached out and pulled the woman over, making her turn over, and was forced to pill her head on his lap.

The painting Allure was so shocked by his sudden move that his neck was so stiff that he didn't dare to twist it.

Cang Wunian didn't care, raised his hand gently, and stroked the hair of her sideburns for a while, as if what he was holding in his hand at this moment was not a woman, but a docile kitten.

I don't know how long it took, Hua Chengcheng felt that his neck and shoulders were sore, so he quietly raised his eyes to take a look, but found that the man's eyes were a little sloppy, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

She had the heart to warn, but her body was controlled by this man's mana and she couldn't make a sound, so she had to grit her teeth and twist her head slightly to remind this man.

Feeling that her leg was a little itchy by the woman, Cang Wunian lowered her head and glanced at her, and sneered lightly: "What, are you worried about what this king will do to you?"

Hua Chengcheng looked at him pitifully, blinked his eyes, then nodded lightly with a red face, and shook his head again.

It's a pity that the look of pity I saw in the painting of Allure City did not arouse the man's pity, but aroused his anger again, and his hand that had been caressing her hair suddenly grabbed her shoulders hard, pulled her up, and slammed it against the head of the bed.

I only heard a muffled sound of "bang", and I didn't know which carved flower on the head of the bed I had hit on the back of the painting, and the raised lines were estimated to be able to embed traces on her back for a short time after this bump.

Seeing the painful expression on the woman's face, but she couldn't even let out a trace of wailing in her mouth, Cang Wunian suddenly felt that a sense of pleasure rose uncontrollably in her heart, but this pleasure quickly disappeared, followed by another kind of empty bottomless loneliness and pain.

He frowned, one hand still clasping the shoulders of the painting Allure, but the other hand gently hooked the woman's chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

After confronting each other in such a strange posture for a long time, Cang Wunian laughed at himself and muttered: "Do you know what this king remembered just now? This king remembered that you are fickle! Not long ago, you were still in love with this king, and as a result, in a blink of an eye, you promised Kun Xiu for life. This king has asked you the reason, but the answer you gave to this king is that you and I have ended our fate in this life? Is there any fate, and how deep is the fate, and how can you say it alone? Feng Annihilation, in your heart, where do you put this king?"

- Wind annihilation?

Before the painting could be hurt by the man's attitude, he was stopped by the name. She knew that this was the name of the goddess. But for some reason, she found that she wanted to accept the name for no reason.

- Could it be that she accidentally borrowed the body of the goddess, so she unconsciously wanted to respond even when she heard the name?

Cang Wunian naturally didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, but she felt that the woman seemed to be in deep thought because of his words.

Cang Wunian didn't mind the other party's distraction, but continued to take care of himself: "You should be glad that the current king is a little different from the Shura King you knew in the past, otherwise this king would not dare to guarantee that there is no patience to talk to you so politely." ”

As soon as these words came out, the painting came back to his senses violently, staring at him with dead eyes, and he felt a little incredulous. Could it be that the delirium in front of her is really as she thinks, a delirium with a cangwu memory?

If that's the case, then why can't he recognize who he really is? Even if the skin is the same, the eyes can always be distinguished, right?

"Oh, there's no need to stare at this king like that. Cang Wunian chuckled lightly and raised his hand to touch the corner of her eyes, "Now this king knows what has happened in the next thousand years, and all of this is thanks to you, in order to wait for you, this king has been waiting in the Lethe River for a thousand years.

"Do you know how this king came over for a thousand years? Do you know how much this king wants to break your slender neck when he sees you falling in love with other men again and again?"

Hua Chengcheng's eyes widened, and her heart couldn't help but start beating wildly again, it turned out that this man really had the memory of Cang Wunian, and he was still her Wunian brother.

It's just that before he had time to rejoice, the heart of the painting fell into the bottom again-it turned out that even if he had the memory of Cang Wunian, there was still only this goddess in his heart, and he seemed to be ...... Don't remember yourself anymore?

The man's voice still lingered in her ears unhurriedly, but she said something, but she felt as if she couldn't hear clearly, her heart was now in chaos, worried and scared, and more desperate that she was about to lose this beloved man forever.

"You probably don't know what you've experienced in the next thousand years, but this king has already accompanied you twice. There are two lives that impress this king the most, one of them, you are a female general, you fell in love with the prince of the enemy country, you didn't know his plan to infiltrate your military camp, so you finally died by mistake in the hands of that prince, and you didn't forgive him until the moment you closed your eyes.

"In another life, you are a princess of harmony, and you fall in love with the envoy who came to your country to ask for marriage, and that envoy is your husband's own brother. In order to be with the person you love, you designed to kill your husband and get the supreme power of that country, and you thought that you could be with him from now on. It's a pity that the person you love is not of the same heart as you, and all the unsightly things you did for him are unacceptable to him, and in the end he left home, and you died of misery in your own bedroom. ”

Cang Wunian's chatter called the painting back to God, and of course she remembered these two lives, to be exact, everything she saw in the twelve o'clock mirror she felt vivid. Not only remember, but even from time to time there is an inexplicable feeling of empathy.

It's just that she can't figure it out, why does this man want to mention these two lives alone?

Seeing that the woman cast a puzzled look at her, Cang Wunian shook her head gently, and a dark and uncertain look flashed in her deep purple eyes: "You are very arrogant, but this king is better than you, so in your life as a princess, what you did this king agrees with." It's a pity that not all people know you and understand you like this king, and not all people can go out of their way to pursue the love of their hearts. So to give up this king is your loss.

"As for the life when you became a general, this king didn't know why he felt a lot of feelings, but he vaguely felt that you were too selfish, and that there were some things that you could do without regard to other people's feelings, but you would not allow others to do the same to you. So now, this king wants you to taste what it is like to be forced to accept. ”

The four words "forced to accept" were said quite ambiguously, and Hua Chengcheng only felt a beat in his heart, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

As a result, the next moment, the palm that had been caressing the corner of her eye slid towards her neck, and then quickly poked through the collar and covered her smooth back.

For a while, she felt that the hairs on her body stood up, as if it was not a palm that touched her back, but a hot soldering iron.

She wanted to hide, but the hot soldering iron followed her, scalding every inch of her back little by little, as if she would not stop until she was burned to the point of shedding a layer of skin.

However, this was only the beginning, and before long, the hand that had been clasping her shoulder began to move, only not from the back, but from the front, directly through the placket of her sarle, through all the barriers.

Like a brave man, he struggled and climbed directly to the top of the mountain, and then walked between the mountains and mountains as if he were walking on the ground, jumping, spinning, and running unscrupulously.

The face of the painting Allure was already flushed, half ashamed, half annoyed. She raised her hand and wanted to push the mischievous man away, but Cang Wunian directly pressed her body against her, and she couldn't move for a while.

"What? don't want to be touched by me?" Cang Wunian's lips blew softly in her ear, but her expression was very indifferent.

The painting shook his head vigorously, and his beautiful eyes were already full of mist.

The man did not respond, but continued to go his own way, continuing his freehand climbing, swimming high and low, while pulling down the "curtain" that obstructed the scenery little by little.

It wasn't until the painting Allure was almost unclothed and his whole body exuded a seductive red color, that Cang Wunian suddenly whispered: "Okay, since you don't want to, then I won't touch you." ”

With that, he immediately withdrew his hands.

After doing this, the painting Allure was stunned. She could feel how firm the brave man's determination to climb the mountains and mountains was, but why did she just shake her head, and he left as she wished?

As if seeing the doubts in the woman's heart, Cang Wunian's face showed a hint of mockery: "Do you really think that this king must be you......?

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly paused. When did she lose to what? What is the identity of this woman? Where did she come from? Who the hell is she? Who the hell is she!