"If, in the end, I can't remember anything, and I still can't recover the mana that I should have, can't you go back to the ancient period with your own strength?" asked Hua Chengcheng worriedly.

Cang Wunian tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiling a little bitterly, "Don't say it's back to ancient times, I'm worried that I won't even be able to go back to the world we came into." ”

"Why is this happening?" asked Hua Chengcheng in shock.

Cang Wunian's hand on her shoulder tightened slightly, and she sighed lightly: "This Twelve Hour Mirror is like a huge whirlpool, you don't need to use half a part of your strength when you come, but if you want to go back the way you came, you need to use ten times or even a hundred times your strength to compete with this whirlpool. But I've tried it before, and now I can't control the time change here, if it weren't for the problem with the Twelve Hour Mirror, it could only be because my strength was simply not enough. ”

After listening to Cang Wunian's words, Hua Allure did not continue to ask. There are many things in this heaven and earth that cannot be explained, and even if the beings of the Three Realms have already arranged their fates, there will be times when they change by chance.

Now, she and Cang Wunian are like grasshoppers on a rope, and she seems to have no other way but to get back to her past self as soon as possible.

The closer I got to the Luo River, the faster the heart of the painting beat faster, and the feeling of resistance and fear became stronger. The feeling gave her a strong premonition that her long-lived memories of being closed might really be able to open a gap here.

Hua Chengcheng, who was immersed in her own thoughts, didn't notice when Cang Wunian quickly fell from the clouds with her, until the sound of "grunting" suddenly came from her ears, and a feeling of suffocation that was submerged by water filled her entire chest, and she subconsciously reached out in horror and grabbed Cang Wunian's arm.

In the depths of the river, the corners of the man's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, watching this woman panic in her own former territory, he suddenly felt that she had lost her mana and memory There was a different kind of cuteness, at least, she needed him so much, at least, she would not give an explanation, and cut off with herself.

He could have used his mana to isolate the two of them from the surrounding river, making them walk on the ground all the way to the Luohe Palace, deep at the bottom of the river.

But he saw the loss of consciousness in the painting of Allure, and there was a little bit of trickery, and after he entered the water, he suddenly withdrew the mana that protected the two, and he wanted to see how she would react.

The woman's reaction was as he expected, although he was slightly disappointed, disappointed by her strangeness and panic about the river, but when he saw her subconsciously want to reach out and grab herself, seeking her own protection, that disappointment immediately dissipated.

He grabbed Hua Allure's hand, took her into his arms, and saw her struggling, spitting bubbles out of her mouth and eagerly wanting to say something, he couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart, and without saying a word, he grabbed the back of her head and imprinted his lips on her lips.

The breath that came from the man's mouth relieved the pain of suffocation, but when she came back to her senses and opened her eyes, she found that the man was staring at her with a playful look, and at the same time a restless little thing was also in her mouth, playfully teasing her lilacs.

Hua Chengcheng glared at him in disgust and annoyance, and raised his hand to slap his shoulder, but the man took a step faster than her, and let her go, letting her hand grab in the water.

Leaving the man's lips, it didn't take long for the feeling of suffocation to permeate his whole body again, only this time there was a little less panic, but a little more of a sense of familiarity.

She didn't want to grasp Cang Wunian again, but subconsciously looked into the depths of the river, faintly, she felt as if she had seen a palace, and from that palace exuded a strange power, like a call from the depths of the soul.

Cang Wunian followed her line of sight, knowing what she had seen, so he gently swam to her side, took her hand, and with a flash of purple light around her, he swam towards the depths of the river.

After passing through an underwater whirlpool that looked extremely dangerous, they came to the palace gate of Luohe Palace. When she saw the true face of this underwater palace, Hua Chengcheng only felt that her mind was blank, and although the blood in her body was churning violently, it brought her an unprecedented coldness.

Cang Wunian held her hand, he could feel the coolness coming from her palm, he felt a pain in his heart, and couldn't help but take her into his arms, cast a spell to dry the wet clothes on her body instantly, and said apologetically: "Yan'er, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have played with you like that......"

Hua Chengcheng shook his head gently, "I...... It's not that you feel cold because you're wetted by the river. I was just...... I can't tell, but I feel like I'm in a different world. ”

Cang Wunian patted her on the back, "Isn't it like a lifetime away? we are not the same selves we were a thousand years ago, but we have traveled through thousands of years of time to come here again...... Annihilation, this is Luohe Palace, where you once lived. ”

"Ah Nian, shall we go in and have a look?" asked Hua Chengcheng softly.

Cang Wunian nodded, let go of his embrace and took her hand again, and led her to push open the palace door, all the way in the direction of his memory.

Passing through the main hall, a long corridor appeared in front of the two of them, which was like a paradise, and the two sides of the corridor were full of bright red roselle, and the rich fragrance of flowers rushed to their faces, stimulating the long-term memories in the hearts of the two.

There were broken images flickering in the mind of the painter: she saw a woman in a lilac gauze dress sitting leisurely at a jade table, holding a tea cup in her hand, about tasting fragrant tea, and a woman in colorful clothes playing a yaoqin beside her.

The picture flashed by, and then these two women appeared, but the woman in the colorful dress held a few jet-black strands of hair in her hands, and then turned her hands into a flash, and the hair became a strange pen, and the woman was laughing with the woman in purple, while sketching something on a piece of white drawing paper.

The picture was shattered, this time the woman in the lilac dress changed into an extremely simple outfit, running tiredly in the mountains and forests, there was a trace of panic on her always cold and calm face, looking back, she was being chased by a fierce tiger at this time.

The doubts in her heart were still unsolved, and the picture flashed again, this time the woman changed back into her lilac gauze skirt, sat in front of Yaoqin, and played music for a little boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old. And in the eyes of the little boy, she saw his reluctance.

These pictures come abruptly and inexplicably, but none of them are related to delirium, which can't help but make the painting feel very puzzled. She knew that there was her own existence in these pictures, but who was the woman in the colorful clothes? Who was the little boy who listened to her music? And with her mana, how could she be chased by a tiger all over the mountain, and even showed a panicked look?

"What do you remember?" heard the man's low but gentle voice in his ears, but Hua Chengcheng suddenly felt that the position in his heart was stuffy, and even his brain was in pain.

Seeing the woman's suddenly pale face, Cang Wunian was shocked, and hurriedly picked her up and walked through the corridor to the glass warm pavilion at the end.

The door of the warm pavilion slowly opened under the effect of Cang Wunian's mana, and the lilac veil in his memory floated into Cang Wunian's sight, making him a little distracted for a while.

In the same place, in the same furnishings, he and her beloved woman are still the same as they were back then, the only difference is that there is no little Qinglong here who will call them "Brother A Nian" and "Sister Ling'er".

"Ah Nian, my head hurts so much...... "The woman in her arms whispered in pain and pulled Cang Wunian's thoughts back.

He hurriedly carried the woman to the low couch in the warm pavilion, then took her hands and slowly passed his mana into her body.

But something strange happened, Cang Wunian was shocked to find that there seemed to be a strong resistance in the woman's body, no matter how he controlled his mana, he just couldn't let them merge into the woman's body, his mana just swam around her meridians quickly, and then was blocked back.

The woman's face became more and more pale, and beads of sweat ran down her sideburns from her forehead, and the clothes that had only been dried by Cang Wunian's spell before instantly became wet.

"Annihilation, Annihilation, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Cang Wunian's heart suddenly panicked, this woman has no mana at all now, and her own mana can't be instilled into her body, if there is a good ......

If it weren't for the fact that a whole day had passed since their first cloud and rain, he would almost have wondered if it was because he didn't have a soul to solve the Gu and cause her to fail, killing her.

The man's frightened appearance was really visible, and she didn't know what was wrong with her, but she felt that her head hurt badly, and her heart was also blocked, as if she was an ordinary mortal who had been sick for a long time at this moment, and she could only accept the torture of illness helplessly.

"Ah Nian, I'm ...... I'm fine, it's just ...... Hurt...... You, you hug me......" Hua Chengcheng pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a difficult smile, trying to comfort him, but he didn't know that his heart was about to break when he looked like him at the moment.

Without saying a word, he sat on the edge of the low couch, gently lifted the haggard woman up, so that half of her body leaned on his arms, and his hand was on her temple, constantly rubbing it for her, but the force could not be poured in, and he also hoped that in this way he could make her more comfortable.