It was this breath of nothingness, like a weak and boneless slender hand, gently stirring the most sensitive and unsustainable string in Cang Wunian's heart, and for a moment, the feeling of losing and regaining and gaining and losing made his whole person feel like he was shuttling back and forth between fire and ice caves without stopping, and it made him freeze on the spot for a while without knowing how to react.

By the time he came to his senses, the woman had reached the middle of the bridge.

He turned his head sharply to look, only to see that Feng Yan was still walking forward with her firm and steady steps, and from her straight spine and cold back, Cang Wunian felt her resolute heart, and also felt a sense of alienation that was rejected thousands of miles away.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a flash of purple light around him, he came to the woman's side, blocking her way.

The woman raised her head slightly, and Gu Jingwubo's eyes stared at him so faintly, as if she was looking at a stranger with indifference.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and neither of them spoke first, so Feng Yan slowly retracted his gaze again, and his steps moved slightly, preparing to bypass Cang Wunian, the roadblock that he had killed for no reason.

"Stop!" When he passed by for the second time, Cang Wunian finally opened his mouth coldly and let out a low snort.

The woman's footsteps paused slightly, but she did stop one step behind him as he had hoped, but she did not look back.

Now that they had already opened their mouths, Cang Wunian didn't mind turning around at this time and taking a step closer to her. He walked around to her again, his deep purple eyes looking at her without hesitation, as if to peel off her cold disguise and take a good look at what was behind the disguise.

Xu was a little uncomfortable with his strange eyes, and Feng Yan finally opened his mouth lightly: "What does King Shura mean by this?"

"What do you mean, this king wants to ask you what you mean!" Cang Wunian had a cold face, and his tone was full of ridicule and anger that he had never expected.

"I've already said what I should say, you and I have run out of fate, why should King Shura be so persistent?" Compared with Cang Wunian's excitement, Feng Yan's tone was chilling and light.

"Fate is over, then the king wants to bother you to be tired, who is your destiny?" No one who sees such a look will doubt it, as long as Feng Yan dares to say whose name, he will definitely kill that person.

Feng Yan was not afraid when he heard this, but raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled faintly, "From now on, I am just a mortal, the cycle of life and death repeats, and there will definitely be a true son of heaven who belongs to me in every life, does King Shura think there is anything wrong?"

Cang Wunian was completely enraged by her attitude, but when his anger reached the peak, he suddenly calmed down. The problem between him and her is not something that can be solved quickly with a word of mouth, so why waste time here?

Thinking like this, a strange smile appeared on Cang Wunian's handsome and peerless face, he reached out violently and clasped Feng Yan's wrist, pulled the woman into his arms with all his strength, lowered his head and almost touched the tip of his nose to her and said coldly: "This king naturally thinks that it is very inappropriate, so you don't want this king to give you a chance to leave!"

Feng Yan didn't avoid this sudden ambiguity, but just raised his eyes to look at him without showing weakness, "I don't know what King Shura wants?"

Cang Wunian narrowed his eyes slightly, he suddenly remembered one thing, that is, he was now brought back to the past by the Twelve Hour Mirror, and now he was a thousand years ago.

History is unchangeable, this point is naturally clear in his heart, but he has also personally experienced the torture of this thousand years, and the pain is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which can never be erased.

So a very bold and crazy idea grew in his mind - anyway, the past suffering had already been experienced, and at this time he simply indulged it, and did something that he had never done thousands of years ago, regardless of his identity and dignity and the deep love for this woman.

Thinking of this, Cang Wunian suddenly laughed, but there was no trace of laughter in his deep eyes.

Feng Yan frowned slightly, and was about to open his mouth to ask him what he was laughing at, when he suddenly felt that the big hand that had been strong grabbed her waist fiercely, and the next moment, the man's warm lips were fiercely imprinted on her lips.

A familiar feeling spread rapidly in his heart, and after Cang Wunian violently pushed open the woman's teeth with the tip of his tongue and tasted the bitterness in her mouth, he immediately remembered that this was the woman he had twice frantically possessed when he had been in love with the idea of painting Allure.

Although he also knew that it was just a divine friendship and not a physical contact between the two of them, that feeling had already been imprinted on the depths of his soul, and it could not be washed away no matter what.

His kiss was so hard, so aggressive, Feng Yan only felt as if he was going to rob him of his right to breathe, and he was willing to suffocate himself to death.

Feeling the struggle of the woman in her arms, Cang Wunian sneered in her heart, raised her hand and clasped the back of her head, forcing her to accept her kiss and accept the monstrous anger in her heart.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted, Cang Wunian still didn't let go of this woman, but at this time, the wind annihilation gradually softened in his arms, and the cold eyes were misty.

"Feng Yan, what you owe this king, this king will now get it back with interest. I kindly advise you, don't do useless struggles, otherwise this king really doesn't mind destroying this reincarnation path!" This sentence was transmitted to Feng Yan's ears through mana with a secret sound, and his mouth was busy punishing this stubborn and arrogant woman, and he didn't have time to speak at all.

Feng Yan's heart tightened for no reason, and she couldn't figure out why this man would do something she didn't expect. With what she knew about him, after the cold words before, in order to maintain his last dignity, he would never take another step towards her, let alone be as eager and angry as he was now.

However, Cang Wunian didn't give her more time to think at all, hugging her body and sticking to herself, and then the purple light around her body shone violently, enveloping the bodies of both of them in the light.

The next moment, the figures of the two disappeared from the Nai He Bridge without a trace.

At this time, she was in front of the mirror at twelve o'clock and couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at this scene, she clearly remembered that she had seen the picture of the two of them meeting on the Nai He Bridge in her dream, but at that time she saw Cang Delirium standing a little far away from the woman.

After the two of them said a few words, the woman resolutely left, and until the moment her figure disappeared into the path of reincarnation, she did not look back at Cang Yu.

There's no reason why these two men would meet like this twice on the bridge, right?

But the picture in the mirror was stagnant, and there was no other scenery except for the bluestone bridge, and the painting was puzzled and subconsciously reached out to touch it, wanting to see if there was something wrong with the mirror.

Not enough, the moment her fingers touched the mirror, the rich golden light suddenly rushed towards her, and the light was so dazzling that she instinctively closed her eyes.

But the moment she closed her eyes, a powerful suction force came from the mirror, pulling her into the mirror without saying anything, as if if she was going to struggle, the hand that touched the mirror would be torn off.

"Ahh

After a moment of dizziness, she suddenly heard the clear and loud sound of waves crashing in her ears.

Hua Chengcheng quickly opened his eyes, but found that he had actually come to the beach, and the sound of the waves he heard was because the sea in front of him was forcibly separated by mana, revealing a staircase made of blood-colored coral that led to the bottom of the sea.

These are not the most surprising things for Hua Allure, what surprised her the most was that she was not alone, nor was she standing on the seashore in a good manner, at this moment, she was being held in the arms of a man.

She was violently agitated, and hurriedly looked up, but coldly fell into a pair of deep and dark purple pupils.

This is not the first time she has seen these eyes, but it is the first time she has felt the frenzy of love and hate in each other's hearts so intuitively.

It was immediately clear that this was the original appearance of the man she loved deeply, the one who was complete, and he she had never touched.

But...... What the hell is going on? Why did Delirium carry himself to the beach? Didn't he just take the goddess he wanted? What went wrong in the middle?

In a hurry, Hua Chengcheng opened her mouth, she wanted to ask what was going on, but she was shocked to find that she couldn't make a sound at this time.

The change of expression in her eyes did not escape Cang Wunian's eyes, seeing her staring at herself with her mouth open in astonishment, the corners of Cang Wunian's mouth raised a faint mockery, "How is it? Isn't it terrible to feel involuntarily? You really put a forbidden spell on yourself and sealed all your own mana as this king expected." No wonder you don't remember who this king is in the tenth life of reincarnation, and this king has been waiting for you in Lechuan for a thousand years, and you have never looked back. ”

Hearing this, the painting Allure was shocked, it turned out that this goddess actually sealed her own mana before entering the reincarnation, no wonder she was so miserable in the tenth life of the reincarnation in the light curtain, even after her death, she came to the Lethe River again, and no longer remembered the man she really loved.

But...... Why did she always feel that something was wrong? Looking at Cang's posture, she was talking to herself! But he was painting Allure, not the goddess, couldn't he see this?