Fortunately, the pain in the mind of the painting Allure did not last long, probably because this sudden memory fragment was too long, which made it difficult for the painting Allure who now had no magic power to withstand for a while. So after the most uncomfortable burst of hard support and did not faint, Hua Allure felt a strange warm current begin to slowly spread from her waist, making her feel comfortable and peaceful.

Soon she knew what was going on with that strange warm current, because a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from her waist, and then slowly flew into the air, floating in front of her and Cang Wunian's eyes.

"It's ...... Mirage?" Cang Wunian said in surprise.

Hua Chengcheng stared at the golden light floating in the air in a daze, subconsciously reached out and touched his waist, and wondered: "It's really a mirage, but how did it run out on its own?"

Cang Wunian looked at the painting Allure, raised his eyes and looked at the mirage, frowned slightly, and said, "It seems that there is something you want to tell us." ”

As a result, as soon as Cang Wunian's words fell, the dazzling golden light emitted around the mirage pen barrel immediately became dazzling, and the originally gentle light of the glazed warm pavilion was shining brightly in an instant, and each piece of glaze became like a smooth mirror at this moment, refracting dazzling golden light, making the two people in the room involuntarily close their eyes.

The intense light lasted for a while, then slowly converged, and the mirage fell lightly from mid-air, falling back into the hands of the painter.

Feeling something touching his hand, Hua Chengcheng hurriedly opened his eyes, looked down, and found that this magical cone was lying quietly in his hand.

Puzzled in her heart, she subconsciously raised her head and looked at the position where the mirage was just suspended, but her eyes had not moved up, but she was stunned to find that not far from her low couch, a graceful figure stood tall, and the lilac gauze skirt that was no different from her body was gently swaying with the veil in the warm pavilion.

The arms he was leaning on suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head to look at the man's face, only to find that the man's expression at this time was actually very vigilant, and there was a hint of imperceptible forbearance in the vigilance.

The warm pavilion was a little quiet for a while, Cang Wunian just hugged the painting tightly without saying a word, and the painting of the city saw that the man's face was so solemn, and the feeling in his heart was inexplicable, and he didn't know what to say for a while. So the initiative to speak first naturally fell to the uninvited guest not far away.

"You're finally here. "The sound is as crisp as a broken ice pick in winter, but there is no trace of warmth.

But this voice seemed to easily shatter the defensive wall that Cang Wunian had built for his heart in a short period of time, obviously so cold that people couldn't get close, but for Cang Wunian, it was like a raging fire, instantly igniting all the blood in his body.

"Who are you?!" Cang Wunian gritted his teeth, just so that he wouldn't tremble from the blood rushing in his body when he asked this nonsense.

The woman chuckled and didn't answer immediately. But it was that chuckle that sounded emotionless to ordinary people, but it made the painting Allure have sketched in his mind a face that can be looked forward to with every gesture and every move.

But...... Is such an amazing and brilliant woman really her self a thousand years ago? Why did some of the familiarity she just had with the past disappear immediately after the appearance of this woman, which made her can't help but return to the state of mind that originally belonged to the painting of Allure, feeling that she was not worthy of Cang Wunian, and that she could not compare to this woman.

There was an eerie silence in the pavilion again, as if it had been before the storm, so quiet that it was oppressive.

Fortunately, the woman did not play with deep hobbies, and after a short silence, she slowly turned around, and a pair of ancient eyes showed a faint affection when she looked at Cang Wunian.

Although he had known that it would be such a face, but when she really appeared in front of him again, Cang Wunian found that the strong feelings for this woman from Cang's delusional memory instantly shattered his reason, and he almost subconsciously wanted to let go of the painting and take the woman in front of him into his arms, kiss her fiercely, ravage her fiercely, and possess her fiercely.

This kind of intense emotional conflict made Cang Wunian very tormented, as if something was going to separate his consciousness

Split into two independent thoughts, the woman in his arms and the woman in front of him are completely different.

But he couldn't help himself struggle, and the voice that could easily make him mess up said again: "Ah Nian, I've been waiting for this day for more than a thousand years, let's not separate again, okay?"

Sure enough, the resentment and anger that belonged to Cang Wunian's heart that was finally calmed down were immediately detonated by the woman's words, and he stood up "ho", glared at the woman not far away, and shouted: "What do you mean that you have waited for more than a thousand years? The one who has been waiting for more than a thousand years is obviously me! Back then, you said that you broke off with me, why do you say now that you don't separate and don't separate?"

A look of pain flashed in the woman's eyes, and she asked with some caution, "What...... Are you planning to never see me again?"

When the affirmative answer was almost about to blurt out, the painting Allure on the side suddenly grabbed his hand and called softly: "Ah Nian." ”

Cang Wunian was shocked in his heart, and immediately turned his head to look at the painting Allure, and an indescribable emotion suddenly filled every hair on his body.

There was only one thought in my head at this time: What am I doing here?

Obviously, he has long determined that whether it is the wind and oblivion of the year or the painting of Allure now, he loves this woman to the bones, and he only needs her, but why when she appeared by his side at the same time a thousand years ago and a thousand years later, he couldn't unite them in his heart?

The slender soft wattle in his palm was slightly cold, and he could even feel the panic and worry in her heart, he had done the most intimate thing with her, but why couldn't their souls fit together as perfectly as their bodies?

Something flashed through his mind, and he felt like he had discovered something crucial.

Cang Wunian took a hard breath, and when he looked at the woman not far away, there were no more turbulent waves in his eyes, and he said indifferently: "You are just a wisp of residual thought that she left in the mirage back then, and the real her is by my side now." If you still have a mission that you have not yet accomplished, just say it, but you don't want to influence my mind and my decisions anymore. ”

Listening to Cang Wunian's words, the corners of the woman's mouth slightly hooked up a touch of curvature, which seemed to be a kind of relieved relief.

A breeze blew in from outside the pavilion, and the woman's fluttering skirt melted into the veil, giving one a feeling of utter unreality, as if the gust of wind had stopped and she had drifted away.

A light veil swept through the eyes of Cang Wunian and Hua Chengcheng, making their vision blocked from the remnants of the wind for a moment.

Just when Cang Wunian wanted to reach out and pry the light veil and see what this residual thought wanted to do next, a whirling feeling suddenly hit, and he only subconsciously used force to hold the woman next to him in his arms, and he had no time to care about anything else.

The light yarn in the warm pavilion is like a pair of gentle hands that can't break free, blocking the sight of the two of them like a shadow, until the feeling of the sky spinning disappears, the light yarn floats away, making their eyes cheerful.

When he fixed his eyes on the situation in front of him, he was dazed for a moment, and he found that he was in a sea of clouds, the clouds were not dense, they were as soft as mist, but the clouds here were very different from the clouds elsewhere, because they were colorful, like a rainbow hanging in the sky after the rain had passed.

At the foot is a long corridor made of jade, looking along the direction of the corridor extension, a pavilion with a peculiar shape can be faintly seen, and there seems to be an ethereal fairy sound coming from the pavilion.

"Here...... What is it?" came the voice of a woman who was even more dazed than he had been at the beginning.

Only then did Cang Wunian come back to his senses, and he lowered his head to find that the painting was clinging to his arms, but his head was twisted to the side, looking at the situation around him with curiosity like a newborn baby.

Cang Wunian breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the wisp of residual thoughts did not separate them, otherwise he really didn't know how to get back the love in his heart in this strange time and space.

Raising his hand and stroking the woman's hair, Cang Wunian replied softly: "If I remember correctly, this place should be called 'Liuxia Cloud Sea'." ”

"Flowing clouds and sea of clouds?" Hua Chengcheng turned his head to look at Cang Wunian, and his eyes were full of questions.

Looking at the woman's innocent and confused appearance that had not appeared for a long time, Cang Wunian couldn't help but chuckle, raised his hand and pinched her nose, and said unkindly: "I'll tell you if you kiss me." ”

Hua Chengcheng was speechless for a moment, and glanced at him angrily, "I don't want it, but I still remember the appearance of you just seeing Feng Yan." If I don't pull you, I'm sure you'll be lost. ”

Cang Wunian was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "Who are you jealous of? You are my annihilation, she is just the residual thoughts you put in the mirage, it is not enough for you to torture me for a thousand years, you still plan to let your residual thoughts continue to torture me, I don't blame you, you are still embarrassed to be jealous of yourself?"

Thinking of the thousand years of reincarnation, and remembering the appearance of the delirium she saw in the twelve-hour mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sour in her heart.