Frost-dyed clothes had never seen Kong Li's expression, and he couldn't help but shudder, but he didn't dare to say another word, for fear of angering him.

After a long time, Kongli suddenly sighed lightly: "There is no way to deal with misfortune, it's just a life for a life." But...... Solemn, solemn, how sure can you be that you will be safe and sound in exchange for this?"

"Brother......" Frost-dyed clothes muttered, and her mood became sad, "Is there really no other way?"

Kong Li Mu Ran shook his head, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Is there any recent movement in the secret sea area?"

Frost-dyed clothes nodded again and again, "That's what I'm looking for you for, so you better hurry up and take a look." Didn't Sister Feng Yan need the tears of great love and the dragon silk that she needed yet?"

Kongli stared at the frost-dyed clothes solemnly and asked, "How do you know that the Wind Oblivion Painting Soul needs these two things?" I remember I didn't tell you in detail. ”

Frost-dyed clothes shrank their necks and said timidly: "You haven't heard from you in the past three months, and I have nothing to do in this Wenchang Palace by myself, so I went to the human world and chatted with Mu Liuye's little Xuanwu, as soon as he heard that I was your sister, he naturally told me everything......"

Kong Li frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "After knowing these things, you didn't interfere in anything, did you?"

Frost-dyed clothes hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, absolutely not! Xiao Qingci has become like that, how dare I stimulate him again? But he is really, how can he treat Ruyue like that? If I am Ruyue, I will also kidnap him!"

"What if he is kidnapped? Watching him die or watching his father die with him? Ruyue has the only blood left by Qing Ci in her belly, once Qing Ci fails to cross the catastrophe, she will definitely not be able to accept such a blow, if this triggers the huge turmoil in the origin of her body, the pills I give may not be able to keep their mother and son safe. Kong Li said coldly.

Hearing the lesson, Frost-dyed Yi was suddenly deflated, "In the final analysis, it's all about creation and making people, and everything is together." Ruyue is really pitiful, but I can't bear to blame Xiao Qingci for her, Xiao Qingci's heart must be extremely painful. Hey, brother, do you think Sister Feng Yan will succeed in the end? If she and Cang Yu both fail, won't the sacrifices of you people be meaningless?"

Sacrifice is a harsh word, there are eight people in their line, and the first one to sacrifice is Li Ji, her soul is scattered in exchange for Ji Zi'an's tears of remorse, in exchange for the return of the empty godhead, avoiding the disaster of the Wu clan.

Such a sacrifice cannot be said to be meaningless, but the cost is too great to be borne by the empty as the great commander.

In the days since he lost Li Ji, he has been running for the right path of heaven and earth, time is urgent, but the more important reason is only known to him, if he doesn't let himself be busy and have no time to be distracted, he is afraid that he will sink into the thoughts and regrets of Li Ji and cannot extricate himself.

Thinking of this, Kong Li clenched his fist fiercely, and said lightly after a long time: "If even they don't make it, we won't have the life to consider the question of meaning." Everyone is in chaos together, and everything in this world has nothing to do with us. ”

Soon, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, "Okay, let's not talk about that, I'll leave for the Mixi Sea." You have been honestly staying in Wenchang Palace recently, don't cause me any trouble. ”

After that, Kongli didn't bother to pay attention to the dissatisfaction of the frost-dyed clothes, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he dispersed the light curtain in front of him.

......

In the Hongmeng Relic Realm, Cang Wunian and Hua Chengcheng sat on both sides of the Twelve Hour Mirror, and the distance between them was less than a zhang, but because there was a mirror in the middle, they all felt that they were separated from each other by thousands of rivers and mountains.

I don't know how long they sat quietly like this, but the two of them could only see their blurred figure in the mirror.

Hua Chengcheng couldn't help it, and said softly: "Brother Wunian, have you seen anything?"

Cang Wunian sighed lightly: "No, it's still the same as at the beginning." ”

Hua Chengcheng pursed his lips and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's true that Konglijun is so relieved to leave the two of us here, if we really don't have the chance to find anything special, then we can't even leave this place." ”

Cang Wunian chuckled lightly when he heard this, "If his old man really threw us here to fend for ourselves, then we can't be separated in life, but we will be in the same hole after death." ”

"Brother Wunian, what nonsense are you talking about!" Painting Allure was a little angry, but he secretly said in his heart: Even if the final outcome is that we die together, I will definitely be with you when I live!

Cang Wunian naturally didn't know what the painting Allure was thinking, he just stared at the mirror, as if he could see the painting Allure sitting opposite through the mirror, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked a faint smile.

Seeing that Cang Wunian didn't speak again, but the heart of the painting Allure couldn't settle down somehow, anyway, she had been sitting quietly for so long before, and the twelve-hour mirror in front of her didn't react at all, so she simply stood up.

He took a few more steps closer to the mirror, and his indistinguishable figure in the mirror seemed to become more difficult to see as his eyes expanded.

"Strange, what the hell is this mirror made of?" Hua Chengcheng muttered to himself, subconsciously reaching out to touch it.

However, what disappointed her was that the mirror felt hard and cold, and it was not much different from ordinary mirrors.

Despite this, she did not put her hand down quickly, but like a child, boredly traced her blurred figure on the mirror with one finger, as if she wanted to draw a clear self in the mirror.

As she painted, she suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, put her entire palm on the mirror, rubbed it gently, and couldn't help but have a thought in her heart: Brother Wunian, if you reflected yourself in the mirror a thousand years ago, would you forget me?

Just when Hua Chengcheng put his palm on the mirror and rubbed it gently, a very strange scene appeared on the mirror in front of Cang Wunian, and he suddenly saw his blurred figure in the mirror rippling and dissipating like water waves, replaced by a woman wearing a lilac gauze skirt.

The woman's appearance and figure were slightly blurred, but Cang Wunian could tell that the woman was born no different from the painting Allure.

"Ah Nian, you're finally here. The woman smiled, her always cold eyes swelling with a little warmth.

She slowly stretched out her hand to Cang Wunian, which meant that as long as Cang Wunian also stretched out her hand to her, they would be able to touch each other, they would be able to embrace each other, and they would be able to face all the difficulties and dangers together.

"You...... Who the hell is it?" Cang Wunian looked blankly at the woman smiling at him in the mirror, and subconsciously muttered.

Hearing Cang Wunian's inexplicable question, Hua Chengcheng was stunned for a moment, and then his heart sank.

The so-called speaker has no intention of listening to the heart, they are so close now, and the surroundings are so quiet, and with the understanding of Cang Wunian in the painting of Allure, she doesn't need to see the other party's expression, just from Fang Cai's unintentional whisper, she can imagine that this man's eyes must be full of confusion and inexplicable attachment that he himself doesn't know now.

- Who the hell is it? It should be the shadow in your heart, right? Brother Wunian, have you finally seen her?

The woman in purple in the mirror did not answer Cang Wunian's question, but still smiled, and the hand stretched out to him still stayed there, as if she was stubbornly waiting for the man to take that step to break through the obstacles for her.

After a stalemate like this for a while, the hand of the painting was still close to the mirror, but her heart had sunk to the bottom. She really wanted to go around and see who Cang Wunian saw in the mirror, was it the goddess in the lilac gauze skirt?

But she didn't dare to take this step, she was afraid of seeing Cang Wunian's expression at this time, and she was even more afraid that he had already remembered the past about that goddess.

"Ah Nian, come with me. At this time, Cang Wunian heard the woman in the mirror calling her softly.

"Where are you going?" asked Cang Wunian blankly.

However, the woman did not answer him directly, but whispered again, "Come with me." ”

Cang Wunian was a little hesitant, he didn't know if it was a strange illusion in the mirror, and he didn't know if he reached out to touch it, whether it would touch the stiff and cold mirror or a soft and warm hand.

Just when he hesitated, the figure of the woman in the mirror suddenly changed, she didn't move, but Cang Wunian outside the mirror felt that she seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

The woman still maintained the gesture of extending a hand to him, but the distance between them seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and the woman's figure was getting smaller and smaller because of the distance, Cang Wunian had no doubt that after a while, the woman would completely disappear in the mirror and disappear in front of him.

"No, don't go, you wait for me!" Cang Wunian was a spirit, and somehow, an impulse suddenly arose in his heart, he wanted to catch her, at all costs.

The body moved with his heart, and Cang Wunian quickly stood up at the same time as the thought was born, and ran to the mirror of the twelve-hour mirror with a strong stride, trying to reach out and try to grab the woman who was drifting away.

As a result, a strange scene appeared, the distinctly hard and cold mirror that was touched by the painting turned into a pool of soft water when facing Cang Wunian.

As soon as Cang Wunian's fingertips touched the mirror, the entire mirror surface rippled round and round of water waves, Cang Wunian didn't check for a while, he was not mentally prepared at all, and subconsciously wanted to return his hand, but it was too late.