"Nonsense. Feng Yan frowned slightly, coldly spit out these two words from his mouth, and then looked at Zhixia with a fixed gaze, "You painted them?"

Zhixia shrunk her neck and replied cautiously, "Yes...... It's already drawn. ”

"It's not that you don't know where your responsibilities lie, so the little osmanthus essence is just that, after all, she is still in the heavenly realm. But that little fairy boy is going to be reincarnated in the lower realm, if your painting conjures up some kind of phantom, then wouldn't the world want to treat that fairy boy as a monster?"

Hearing this, Zhixia hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, I took a drop of their essence blood from each of them when I was painting, and this painting can only be conjured into the phantom of the other party when they look at it themselves, even if others see it, they can only see an ordinary small image." It's just ......"

Zhixia said, raised her eyes and glanced at Feng Yan weakly, seeing that the other party just looked at her lightly, but she didn't mean to ask, she had to sigh and continued: "It's just that after this little fairy boy is reincarnated as a human, facing such a painting every day, I am afraid that the marriage in this life will not be settled." went to the mortal world once, but he couldn't fully experience the feelings of mortals, and I felt sorry for him when I thought about it. ”

Unexpectedly, Zhixia was actually sighing about this, Feng Yan only felt quite speechless, and an impulse faintly arose in his heart: Maybe it was a mistake to let her enter Luohe Palace today, and before this mistake is irreparable, it is better to send her away.

Of course, this impulse is also fleeting, thinking that this woman will face her own calamity soon, Feng Yan's mood is still inevitably a little fluctuating.

"Sister Feng Yan, sister?" Seeing that Feng Yan didn't pay attention to herself for a long time, Zhixia couldn't help but call her twice.

"I'm listening. Feng Yan looked at her and replied naturally.

Zhixia pursed her mouth, secretly slandered, and suddenly smiled "poof", and said, "Sister, I suddenly thought of something interesting. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Feng Annihilation as she spoke.

Zhixia looked Feng Yan up and down, left and right, and then said with a smile: "Sister, I have always had a curiosity in my heart, if a natural goddess like you needs to cross the tribulation one day, and she still has no mana like a mortal when she crosses the tribulation, what will you do?"

Originally, this was just a boring question, and it could even be said that there was no one in 10,000 chance that it would happen to Feng Yan, but I don't know why, Feng Yan really fell into deep thought after hearing this question.

She was indeed a natural goddess, and although her mana cultivation was not blown by a strong wind, she herself had to admit that her cultivation was much faster than most immortals, and the process was relatively easy.

At the same time, she also knew in her heart that everything in the world followed a unique circular rule in the dark, and God would not give her such a proud power for nothing. With great power comes great responsibility, and if one day she accidentally takes a wrong step, then she will pay a much more tragic price than the others.

Don't talk about the Three Realms, even the gods and immortals in the Heavenly Realm closest to her simply thought that she existed to rule the order of heaven and earth, and regarded her as a prophet of heavenly opportunities. However, she knows better than anyone else in her heart that karma and retribution, cause and effect, gain and loss have never been separated, and with divine power alone, the heavenly opportunities she can peep into are limited and shallow, and if she wants to really go deep into the future of the Three Realms, she will definitely be counterattacked.

And the result of the backlash depends on her creation, if there is no major event, it will make her divine power a little depleted, and she will be weak for a period of time and recuperate. But if there is something earth-shattering, it will be like what she has always recognized about the meaning of her existence, and she will bear the brunt of sacrificing herself to keep everything off the normal track as much as possible.

It is precisely because she knows her mission and sees her end early on, so in this long time, she has always watched the changes of the world with a cold eye, and has never felt expected or worried about what will happen one day in the future.

But this time, because of an unintentional question from Zhixia, she experienced a trace of worry for the first time, a trace of worry that could make her feel uneasy.

Her state of mind had always been calm and peaceful, and this worry came unusually and had to be taken seriously.

After a long time, she slowly spoke: "If there is a real need to cross the tribulation one day, I will definitely make the fullest arrangements before the calamity comes." As for whether or not he will be as powerless as a mortal at the time of the tribulation, that's not something I can control, or...... If I really entered reincarnation and became a mortal, I can only follow the rules of the human world and go on one life at a time. ”

Unexpectedly, Feng Yan would answer a question she came to so seriously, Zhixia was stunned for a long time, obviously very surprised.

But after being surprised, she immediately shook her head, reached out and grabbed Feng Yan's sleeve, and said jokingly: "My good sister, I just asked casually." It's better like this, in order to prevent you from really losing your mana one day to cross the catastrophe, your sister Zhixia, I, will draw a guard for you today, what do you think?"

Feng Yan frowned slightly, and there was a hint of puzzlement in his eyes, "Guard?"

Zhixia smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's the guard, the most loyal guard." My sister is the most amazing and gorgeous goddess in this world, if she accidentally becomes a fallen princess in the human world one day, of course, there must be a powerful and loyal guard to protect my sister's safety. ”

When Feng Annihilation heard this, she looked at Zhixia a little helplessly, she really couldn't understand why this woman always had some strange thoughts in her head.

But looking at the woman's energetic and eager appearance, Feng Yan simply asked: "Don't you also want to take a drop of my essence blood to use as paint for your painting?"

Zhixia shook her head again and again, "Don't use it, sister, your body is full of treasures, but it's just to draw a guard who can protect you in the human world, it's too wasteful to take sperm and blood." All I need is a few hairs of yours!"

With that, with a wave of her hand, a ray of light shot out from her fingertips, quickly circling in the windswept glass pavilion.

By the time the light flew back into Zhixia's hand, it had already brought back some black hair.

Zhixia proudly raised her hand at the wind, "Sister's guard, you only need to use your sister's hair that fell to the ground to be done!" As she spoke, she stretched out her other hand and made a move out of thin air, and a thin cone emitting a faint white light appeared in her palm.

Seeing the cone in Zhixia's hand, both Hua Chengcheng and Cang Wunian subconsciously whispered: "Mirage?"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they heard Feng Yan say lightly: "So it seems that you are planning to use my hair to replace the colorful glow on your mirage pen?"

"Hehe, sister Hui Lanxin, just guess it!" Zhixia smiled and praised, her hands were shining, and in a moment, she replaced the tip of the mirage with the black hair of Feng Yan.

On the desk of the wind obliteration of the occasional inkstone and ink, the colorful glow constantly surrounds the mirage of the pen, and then through the black nib and ink, accompanied by the pen of Zhixia, all the strokes fall on the white and delicate drawing paper.

After all, it is the holy hand in the hands of Danqing Sheng, and Zhixia's painting skills can be described as miraculous, and even Feng Annihilation can only sigh to himself.

In less than a cup of tea, a man with vivid facial features and well-defined facial features jumped on the drawing paper. I saw the man in the painting holding the scabbard in one hand, the sword in the other, the green silk tied up high, and a green coat flying in the wind.

Although the man's appearance is not handsome, there is an undoubted resoluteness and unshakable righteousness between his eyebrows.

As the portrait was first completed, the surface of the painting paper was still filled with colorful glow, and Cang Wunian and Hua Chengcheng stood behind the two women, and they could not clearly see what kind of person was drawn on the drawing paper.

The two looked at each other, then took a few steps forward, and when they looked closely, the figures in the painting surprised them.

"It's ......"

"Luo Fan?!"

Painting Allure and Cang Wunian couldn't hold back for a while, and blurted out in astonishment. Fortunately, this is just a memory illusion, if it is the real past time and space, even if they hide their figures, it is estimated that this voice has already alarmed the two women in the study.

The appearance of the man in the painting is indeed the same as that of Luo Fan, the only difference is only the costume. Luo Fan, whom they knew well, was a little unkempt, with a cyan stubble around his lips and chin, his hair never combed properly, and he was always dressed in a loose robe.

And Luo Fan in the painting is obviously a very clean and neat appearance, just like a well-known chivalrous warrior in the human world, the embodiment of maturity, stability, kindness and justice.

"How is it, sister, is she satisfied with this guard?" Zhixia put away the mirage and looked at the wind with a smug expression.

Feng Yan quietly looked at the man in the painting, and after a long time, he nodded lightly, "Very good." It's just that such a man is unique in the human world, and it's a pity that he became my guard for nothing. ”

Zhixia raised her eyebrows and cast a surprised look at Feng Yan, "Sister Feng Yan, this really doesn't look like what you would say. This man is just a man in a painting, and it would be a great opportunity for him to be taken on a walk in this world by your hair and my mirage, so what's the pity?"

Feng Yan was slightly stunned, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, puzzled that he had repeatedly done some things that were inconsistent with his usual days today.