Cang Wunian, who was sleeping, let out a low roar, opened his eyes suddenly, and gasped for breath.

What a woman who doesn't make people worry, she doesn't even let him live in peace!

It has been ten days since he locked "Feng Annihilation" in the sea prison, and these ten days are very difficult for him, the injuries in his body make him inexplicably anxious, and he is very helpless to find a way to heal his injuries.

The most important thing is that the woman he loves and hates is not very far away from him, but he just doesn't want to see her.

The sound of "Ah Nian" in the dream broke his heart, and he couldn't remember the sweetness he had experienced with her in the past, and it gave him a headache. He simply lifted the quilt on his body and fled towards the northernmost part of the island in a hurry.

The painting was brought back to life by the sound of the stone door of this cell. She didn't know how long she had slept here, or whether it was day or night. She only knew that she had experienced a thousand years of reincarnation of a goddess in her dream, and she was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

So when she heard the sound of the stone door opening, she didn't think much of it, and immediately reached out and lifted the bed, and rushed like an arrow from the string to the person who opened the stone door.

Cang Wunian was stunned for a moment when he saw the woman's actions, and then his heart was full of anger - he wanted to run away in front of him?

As a result, just before he raised his hand to stop the painting, the woman threw herself into his arms, like a frightened rabbit, her arms wrapped around his waist desperately, and a pretty face penetrated deep into his chest, sobbing silently.

The moment the woman threw herself into his arms, he felt that his heart had been hit by something, and it hurt a little, but after the pain, it was a sudden sense of satisfaction.

Although for him, going from the Burning Sun Palace to the Sea Prison was just a matter of an eye, but in such a short period of time, his mind had already turned a thousand times.

He had conceived many things, with this woman's temperament in the past, that he had locked her up in this place where she had not seen the light of day for so many days, and that perhaps when she came here in the middle of the night, she would speak coldly, or glaring angrily, or she would remain indifferent, but in any case, she would never lower her proud head.

But he never thought that she would rush into his arms as if she had seen the dearest person in the world.

Cang Wunian's raised hand slowly fell on the woman's shoulder, patting gently, silently conveying a comforting power. All the emotions aroused by the "Ah Nian" in the dream when she came seemed less important the moment she threw herself into her arms.

I don't know how long it took like this, but the painting Allure slowly raised his head, staring at the man's deep purple eyes stupidly, and for some reason, the guilt in his heart became stronger.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, and slowly brought her lips to his, even if she could speak at this moment, she didn't know how to express her feelings, it was better to use this way of expressing love between lovers to tell him how much she cared about him.

It is always difficult for a beauty to take the initiative to offer a fragrant kiss, not to mention that the beauty in front of him is still the cinnabar mole that can never be erased from his heart.

Originally, they just wanted to taste it, but the familiar smell of each other's body was full of snorts, and their lips never wanted to part once they touched it.

The shallow kiss quickly turned into a deep kiss, and Cang Wunian also turned passive into active, one hand wrapped around her slender waist, and the other hand clasped the back of her head, sucking her red lips wantonly and fiercely.

When the two fiery tongues were intertwined, the two could no longer distinguish who they were and who they were, only their hands that unconsciously roamed each other's bodies showed that they were already moved for each other.

The clothes on the two of them fell to the ground one by one unconsciously, until the last bit of protection was left, Cang Wunian suddenly opened his eyes, and as soon as his eyes sank, he picked up the woman horizontally, and strode towards the carved bed.

Feeling that what was likely to happen next, Hua Chengcheng was very nervous, and she was both excited and worried at this time. The excitement is naturally because they will soon be able to truly own each other, and the concern is whether the thousand years of reincarnation will bring any shadow to this proud man?

Will he be disgusted with himself because he sees himself fall in love with someone else again and again, and do the most intimate things with other men again and again?

- Not true!

Hua Chengcheng's eyes widened suddenly, why did she have such worries? What does the thousand-year reincarnation have to do with herself? She just looked at it in the mirror at twelve o'clock, and then experienced it again in her sleep, why did the feeling that it seemed to really happen to her linger like a maggot on the tarsal bone?

On the bed, seeing the woman under her inexplicably changed her complexion, Cang Wunian couldn't help but wonder a little, she was the one who took the initiative to kiss before, and she was the one who took off the clothes of the two of them, what would happen next, she couldn't have no expectations in her heart.

Originally, the love between men and women should be what you and I want, but this kick at the door couldn't go up and down, she suddenly put on such a look, what does it mean?

The strange look on the woman's face disrupted the charming atmosphere in this small space, and Cang Wunian's mood quickly changed from wonder to displeasure, and displeasure to anger.

He suddenly wanted to hear the woman's voice, and wanted to hear what she was not happy about, so he had to be distracted at such a time.

The self-frightened painting Allure was still in her own thoughts, so dull that she didn't have the heart to sense the man's anger, let alone that the man had already performed a spell on her, and now she could speak freely again.

After a long time, Hua Chengcheng sighed secretly, and raised his eyes to see Cang Wunian staring at him indifferently. She was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red, and she blurted out an apology: "Ah Nian, I'm sorry......"

Hearing his own voice, Hua Chengcheng suddenly opened his mouth wide and looked at the man with an incredulous expression. The man just hooked the corners of his lips mockingly, and said lightly: "It turns out that this is what you want to say to this king." ”

"No, no, I ...... Why did you suddenly unravel my spell? I ...... I was still a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. Hua Chengcheng shook his head hurriedly, and his words were a little unfavorable.

"Hmph. Cang Wunian snorted coldly, "Since you want to be dumb so much, then this king will do what you want." ”

With that, he raised his hand and pointed at the neck of the painting allure.

The painting was startled, hurriedly reached out and grabbed his hand, and said eagerly: "I didn't mean that, can you listen to my explanation first?"

Cang Wunian glanced at her lightly and said, "Let's say, this king is very curious, what can be important enough to make you distracted at such a time." ”

Hearing this, the face of the painting Allure turned even redder. The two of them are now wearing only obscene clothes and pants, the woman is under the man, and the thin clothes can't block their perception of each other's body temperature and texture at all. If it weren't for the painting of Allure Fang who suddenly thought of something that shouldn't have been remembered at this time, maybe it would have been ...... at this moment

Secretly embarrassed in his heart, he lowered his eyes and whispered: "Actually, after you knocked me out, I fell into a deep sleep and had a long dream. In my dreams, I experienced the millennium of the afterlife that you know. I was just distracted because I didn't understand why I felt empathy because it was just a dream. ”

"What?" Cang Wunian's sword eyebrows furrowed, staring at her puzzled, "What this king knows is what you have experienced in the thousand years since you joined the path of reincarnation, how can you empathize?"

The painting bit his lip and said timidly: "I'...... I just dreamed that I was reincarnated as a mortal again and again, and experienced the short life of a mortal again and again. When I woke up, I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. ”

"It's interesting, I can dream of things that will happen to me for a thousand years in the future. Your goddess's ability to peep into the heavens is becoming more and more unfathomable. Cang Wunian said sarcastically.

Listening to his ridicule, Hua Chengcheng was even more cowardly in her heart, and she had to think carefully in her heart about how much of the handsome man who was very entangled with her on the same bed at this time had a bit of a thoughtless temperament in her body.

If his temperament had completely followed the Shura King whom she did not know, would he have slaughtered himself in a fit of rage because he was not a real goddess?

After the battle between the heavens and the humans for a while, Hua Chengcheng decided to test him, so he stubbornly spoke: "Actually...... Not only do I not know why I am able to empathize with the millennium of the afterlife, I ...... I don't know why I call you 'Ah Nian'. ”

"Don't you know why you called this king 'Ah Nian'?" Cang Wunian was really stunned this time, he originally wanted to ask her why he called him like this in the first place.

This word "reading" is like a forbidden spell, so that he can't forget her, so that after thousands of years, he still stubbornly wants to take her away, and even wants to stay with her forever.

Seeing the man's surprised look, Hua Chengcheng breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and whispered: "I really don't know why, you...... Can you tell me?"

Seeing the woman's cautious appearance, as well as those eyes that were no longer cold and indifferent, Cang Wunian felt as if a black cloth had suddenly been lifted in front of him, and the preconceived consciousness that had been clouding him for so many days had finally been completely erased.

He stared helplessly at the woman under him, unable to tell whether he was happy or disappointed: "...... Are you a painter?"

"Huh?" said with a wink, "Do you remember me......?" You just have the memory of Brother Wunian, and you left me alone. ”