Feng Yan didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked to Cang Wunian, she raised her head slightly and stared at the man's eyes, and after a long time, she suddenly chuckled, raised a hand and gently touched his eyebrows, and muttered: "When the painting really becomes the soul of the painting one day, I will definitely paint a pair of purple eyes for the little brother." Ah Nian, I can finally see that whole you again. ”

Cang Wunian raised his hand to hold the woman's hand, stroked it on his cheek, a helpless smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and laughed at himself: "I really didn't expect that I would fall in love with the number one liar in the Three Realms." You not only deceived me all over the place, but also deceived Zhixia's descendants for thousands of years. ”

When the wind heard this, the smile on her face was even worse, but there was a faint desolation hidden in the depths of her beautiful eyes that were full of style, she lowered her eyes slightly, and asked with a smile: "I've been deceived, do you still plan to punish me?"

Cang Wunian took the woman into his arms, imprisoning her as if he wanted to integrate her into his body, and at the same time he put his mouth to the woman's ear and said in an almost murmuring voice: "It's okay to be a fool forever in front of you, as long as you're by my side, as long as you don't leave me, it's okay......"

Although such a hug made people feel suffocated, Feng Yan was reluctant to push him away, because she knew in her heart that after this hug ended, the future of the two would be completely handed over to fate.

Kongli looked at them quietly, and didn't want to disturb their warmth, but anyone who really loved could understand their current mood.

After a long time, it was Cang Wunian who took the lead in letting go of the arms that imprisoned Feng Yan, he raised his hand and stroked the woman's cheek, and said calmly: "Let's start." ”

Feng Yan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just raised the corners of his mouth and nodded lightly at the man.

Cang Wunian glanced at her deeply, and when he turned around, he suddenly used his mana to transmit a voice to Kong Li, "Before I return, please help me take care of her, please." ”

With that, he had already walked briskly to the other side of the Twelve Hour Mirror, and sat down cross-legged on the spot, ready to welcome the new awakened soul that was about to be born from the hands of Wind Oblivion.

Kong Li didn't answer, because he understood that Cang Wunian didn't need a promise to say this, or that the situation they were facing now was not a situation that could be controlled by a promise.

The man's own power had been lost for a thousand years, and this time, the new Awakened Soul would return to his body with even more power than he had used to, and it was unknown how long it would take him to get used to it. So during this period, if even the air can't protect her from accidents, no one in the world can help him today.

Feng Yan didn't know what kind of tacit understanding the two men had reached at this time, and when she saw Cang Wunian walking around to the side of the mirror, her hand had already moved.

With a flick of her fingertips, a golden light flew out, merging into the black dazzling silk that was covering the twelve-hour mirror in front of her.

In just a moment, the brilliance on the dazzling silk flickered, rippling like water waves, embedded in the twelve-hour mirror, like the core of a screen, in the middle of the twelve-hour mirror.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yan dipped the pen in ink, and directly immersed the mirage tip of the dragon silk in the golden paint ground by the tears of enlightenment.

After the dragon silk was completely infiltrated, he saw Feng Yan swing his pen and began to sketch the outline of the soul on the water-like mirror of the twelve-hour mirror.

The reason why she used the Tears of Great Enlightenment first was because this tear originally came from herself, and she had an almost perfect ability to control this tear.

And the tears of enlightenment contain her perception of everything in heaven and earth, and also include the bond between her and men. With their minds already connected, sketching the outline of the Awakened Soul with her tears of enlightenment is almost equivalent to writing out the delusional perception of all things.

A stream of golden light overflowed from the tip of the pen, and the mirror surface of the mirror fell on the dazzling light silk through the mirror at twelve o'clock, and in a short time, the outline of a head was faintly revealed in the mirror, although it seemed to be only a few brushstrokes, but it could bring people infinite reverie.

However, just as he was sketching the line of his neck, he saw something small fall from the tip of the mirage.

Without waiting for him to remind, Feng Yan is face turned pale, reached out and grabbed a pinch of dragon silk on the blood jade altar, and quickly placed it at the position of the tip of the mirage pen.

However, as soon as he drew the outline of his head, with neither facial features nor coloring, the first cluster of dragon silk that had been made into a pen tip had completely lost its vitality, turning into fine scales and falling to the ground, which obviously caught Feng Yan off guard.

Fortunately, she moved quickly and quickly connected to the next nib, otherwise the tears of enlightenment that had not been used up on the previous nib would have been wasted.

After all, it was also the first time that Feng Yan used a mirage with dragon silk as the tip of the pen, and he was still in the stage of groping for the amount of his own mana that needed to be integrated, so in order to avoid the weakness of the follow-up, Feng Yan only used less than one percent of his own strength to control when he outlined the head of the soul.

Replaced with a new nib, Feng Annihilation added a little force, and drew the neck and shoulders of Jue Soul in one go.

But just as she was contemplating the first arm, the dragon silk on the tip of the mirage pen once again turned into fine scales and began to fall off.

Feng Yan was secretly surprised, he was already very cautious, but this second pen only drew a few more strokes than the first one, and it actually lost its vitality again.

She glanced at the clusters of dragon silk on the table, and began to think in her heart about how quickly her power should be released to ensure that the last cluster of dragon silk could pass away after she had drawn the whole soul.

Raising his hand and twisting up a handful of dragon silk again, this time Feng Yan used thirty percent of his mana to manipulate the mirage to draw the upper body of Jue Soul, and then the dragon silk fell off for the third time.

Just tossing and turning like this, when a complete male silhouette flashing with a golden luster appeared on the dazzling silk, Feng Annihilation had already used up six clusters of dragon silk.

"This soul replenishing technique is really mysterious, fortunately I made preparations in advance, otherwise I am afraid that I really won't be able to draw this soul. Feng Yan raised his hand to wipe the sweat oozing from his forehead, and said with some joy.

Kong Li glanced at the remaining dozen or so dragon silk on the blood jade altar, and then carefully looked at the outline of the soul on the Yaoguang Aya, and couldn't help but be a little worried: "If it is an ordinary small portrait, such a simple outline is afraid that it won't even use much ink, and your soul has not drawn anything other than lines, is it really enough for such a loss of dragon silk?"

Feng Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If it's not enough, it's enough, next I will use more mana to slow down the passing speed of Long Xuan's vitality, and I must rebuild this soul for Ah Nian to be complete." ”

As he spoke, Feng Yan waved his hand, and the dragon silk on the tip of the pen was already immersed in tears of great regret.

This tear belongs to Ji Zi'an, to the man who tortures himself and his lover who is paranoid for love, so his true identity is the great priest of the heavenly realm, otherwise if he is an ordinary Wu people, after thousands of years of self-torture, he will not fall into the devil's way, and he will not be far from becoming a demon.

The word regret is meaningless for most people, and most of them include two situations, one is to scoff at regret, thinking that everything that happens is happening, there will be no chance to start over, regret has no meaning, and it can't change any status quo.

The second is to do things without careful consideration, so that they often regret it. Such people often make mistakes from time to time, so regret becomes commonplace, always heartbroken, but never seriously thinking about learning from past mistakes.

However, Feng Yan knows very well that like Ji Zi'an, who has spent many years in the obsession and struggle of self-confinement, and finally can completely realize his mistakes and face up to everything that has been treated by himself, the power of this kind of remorse is the strongest and the most able to cleanse evil thoughts among many emotions.

When all living beings make mistakes, those who say that they have no regrets do not necessarily have a pure land of pure spirits in their hearts, and they are not ashamed to make mistakes, and they dare not face the mistakes they have made are the easiest to accumulate dirt and dust in the corners of their hearts that they can't even see.

The soul itself controls the perception of all emotions of all beings, and the most basic purpose of reshaping the soul for Cang Wunian is to let him regain his feelings, and the tears of regret are a fierce medicine for the man's soul, because his heart has experienced great pain, so remorse can most directly and effectively stimulate emotional resonance, and at the same time, it will not be as easy to give birth to evil thoughts as hatred.

Feng Yan took a deep breath and took the already crimson mirage of the tip of the pen in his hand. The writing of this tear of regret is very crucial, and she needs to carefully sketch it while stabilizing her mind, otherwise she is very likely to fall into a strange circle similar to her inner demons, so that she can't help but repeatedly self-examine for some unsatisfactory things she has done in the past.

Lifting the pen and painting, the extremely thin red lines leap from the tip of the mirage to the dazzling silk, constantly enriching the thin outline of the soul.

Feng Yan Xiumei frowned, just gritting her teeth, she could feel the rapid consumption of the power in her body, the reason for this consumption was not only the soul painting itself, but also a very important point, Long Xuan seemed to be affected by the intense emotions in the tears of remorse, and the vitality passed faster than the tips of the pen that had outlined the outline before.

After replacing more than a dozen nibs one after another, the soul of consciousness on the dazzling silk became vivid, if it were not for the lack of face and substance, this soon-to-be-formed soul seemed to be able to become a clone of Cang Wunian, and walked directly out of the twelve-hour mirror.