Dawn looked at him like this, and was a little curious about who "she" was, and she could affect Cen Ximi's emotions so much.

"I can't bring her back to life, but I can let her soul merge into a spiritual artifact and transform into a human being...... Although there are some places that are different from ordinary people, they can always let you see her and accompany her on this last journey. ”

Dawn estimated that Cen Xi should have been raising that person for ten years, and today, both Cen Xiqin and "she" have reached the point where the oil is exhausted, rather than looking forward to resurrecting from the dead, it is better to try to make that person become a human, and the two of them will finish the last part of the road together.

"Will this affect her reincarnation after death?"

The man was silent for a moment with red eyes, and the hand resting on his lap was clenched into a fist, clenched it tightly and released it, and asked such a sentence for a while.

"No, the reason why she still exists in the world is because you tried to force her to stay, and when she dies after her transformation, she can be reincarnated normally."

Dawn could see that Cen Xijun was tempted by the method she proposed, but now he was still worried about the next life for that person, and hesitated, so he gave him a positive answer so that he could rest assured.

"Good,...... Thank you, shopkeeper. Now that the man had regained his composure, and had received the answer he wanted, he responded to Dawn's proposal, and thanked him very politely.

"Mr. Cen, don't be in a hurry to thank you, I'm a businessman, and this thing is not done for nothing, Mr. has to give some compensation."

Dawn didn't forget his purpose, and when he saw that Cen Xijun agreed, he began to talk about the 'price'.

"Take whatever you want, besides...... Don't call me sir, just call me Cen Xijun. ”

Cen Xijun didn't seem to care about the 'reward' in Xiaoxiao's mouth, and agreed without even asking about the content. It's just that he subconsciously frowned when he heard Dawn call him, and then he refused Dawn's name...... He was always stubborn that it was only the 'sir' that he called out in his mouth that made him iron the most.

Cen Xijun is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and there are thousands of family fortunes and treasures in the house, if Dawn wants money, he can afford it, and if Dawn wants his life, he can also afford it. Originally, he should have died ten years ago, and he only lived for her now, and now if he can exchange her for a ride with him, he will never be stingy.

"I want your hands, and you give them too?"

Dawn didn't care about the man's name, so he simply didn't call anything. After looking at the man for a moment, his eyes fell on the man's fair and slender hand, his eyes rolled, and he spoke with a smile. Cen Xijun's answer was what she expected, since this man was willing to feed his soul with his body, then other requirements were nothing to him.

Such a person can be regarded as a very high-quality guest in the dawn, and he should have slaughtered him well, but it is a pity that Cen Xijun has used the power of his soul to feed the dead over the years, so that his soul is damaged, and none of the three souls and seven spirits can be used! Dawn really felt sorry, but he couldn't do a loss-making business, so he had to ask for something else.

Dawn looked the man up and down, but he saw the man's hands. Cen Xijun has a bookish anger on his body, and his hands are also delicate and fair-skinned. His hands were not small, but they were slender and slender, not rough or fat at all. His hands are extremely white, the cyan meridians on the back of his hands are very obvious, his knuckles are well-proportioned, and even his nails are pleasing to the eye. Dawn stared at it for a long time.

“…… I'll give, you can take it. ”

After dawn finished speaking, Cen Xiyu hesitated surprisingly for a while, and only answered for a long time. As he spoke, he placed his hands on the table and motioned for Dawn to cut it down himself.

Dawn seemed to be still stunned, his eyes were still glued to Cen Xi's hand, but he didn't move.

These hands are beautiful, but they are not so gaffe as to make Dawn so out of shape. It's just that these hands are too much like the hands of the pure heart. Dawn suddenly remembered the past again.

At that time, she worshiped under the Qingxin Gate, because she was in the temple, so she followed Qingxin in the form of a cat, and she saw the most, which was the appearance of Qingxin sitting by the window copying Buddhist scriptures, which was obviously such a boring thing, but he was very serious and very enjoyable.

And she would jump on the table and lie down and look at him. Sometimes when she gets tired of watching, she will wrap her tail around his wrist to prevent him from writing again. Qingxin was not annoyed, but would gently untie her tail in a circle, look at her, and signal her not to mess around anymore.

Dawn is not angry, and she faints when he looks at her, so she deliberately makes trouble but never succeeds once. The temperature on his wrist has also been remembered by Dawn to this day.

"I only need your hands, but not now, I'll take them when you're dying."

When Dawn came back to his senses, he decided to use these hands for the pure heart of the flesh - the pure heart soul and body were destroyed, so Dawn not only wanted to gather the soul for him, but also reshape the body for him, and Cen Xijun's hands were just right.

"Okay."

Cen Xijun withdrew his hand when he heard this, and seemed to be relieved, and his expression was obviously not dignified.

"I'll cut it down with my own hands, you're not dead at that time, and you'll still have to suffer the pain of your severed hand."

Dawn chose Cen Xi's hands to take his hands before he died, because at that time, the body and soul had just begun to separate, which was convenient for the new soul to drive without losing its vitality, and it was the most vivid time.

But Cen Ximi's reaction attracted Dawn's attention, she thought that Cen Xijuan was not afraid of anything now, but just now his expression was not as calm as Dawn imagined, but with some worry and hesitation. Dawn had the intention of teasing him when he saw it, and deliberately said this.

"I know, you can come and get it then, I won't regret it."

Cen Xijun listened to Dawn's description, and did not show the scared look she imagined, but calmly answered Dawn's words, and even her tone did not change, and in the end, she seemed to be afraid that Dawn was not at ease, and made a special guarantee.

This matter is actually Dawn Thinking Wrong, when it comes to chopping hands, Cen Xijun is indeed a little hesitant and worried, but it is not because he is afraid of the pain of breaking his hand, but that the person's favorite thing when he is alive is his hands.

Cen Xijun used to be a teacher, these hands are not only good-looking, but also the writing is extremely clear and elegant, and he is also famous for his good calligraphy in ten miles and eight towns. He remembered that every time he wrote, she would stare intently, and when she had finished writing a hand, she would come up and praise him for his good handwriting with the few words of praise she had learned.

Unlike the polite compliments of others, she seemed to really like what he wrote...... Even if he was annoyed by her later, and when she was no longer allowed to enter his study, she would do everything possible to put away the words he had written and discarded, flatten the folds on them one by one, stack them into a pile, wrap them in a handkerchief, and carefully collect them. Such a clear meaning of love, but he didn't understand.

Cen Xijun can't do without hands, if he doesn't have hands, he can't write the words she likes, he has already made her angry, if she comes back this time, she sees that he is not only lame but also has no hands, what if he doesn't like him......

Cen Xi's heart began to be confused and uneasy when he thought about it, fortunately, Dawn finally decided to take his hands when he died, so that he could continue to write for her in the future, he had to write a lot of words for her, write until he died, and write until the next life......