"In the end, your soul returned to that picture scroll, and you would rather not be reincarnated, than leave this picture scroll, and would rather use your body as a shield than let him suffer the slightest pain?"

Ling Yan said in a hoarse and dry voice.

You don't see the acacia all over the road, who cuts the song and steps on the smoke.

You don't see the west wind at first glance, and the fragrance is covered with camellia.

Who can know that the vast long road, lovesick people, will always be by their side and never give up.

"Yes, Childe guessed right, I'm the female general!" The female voice was a little sad, and said: "I only hate, I hate this place, but it is the end of the world, I am by his side, but he always thinks that I have left him..."

"That's... Why don't you talk to him personally? ”

"Hey... This matter has its own suffering, after I fell into the picture scroll, it took a long time to wake up and have her own consciousness, but at that time, she had entered the realm of immortals, the breath of the realm of immortals was too strong, how could a lonely ghost like me stay for a long time? My soul was hit, and my memory was lost a lot, and it wasn't until not long ago that I remembered everything, the bits and pieces of the past, one by one in my heart, all kinds of pain, all kinds of suffering, but I couldn't talk to Lang, I only talked to Gongzi, hoping that Gongzi could tell him, let go of everything, leave here, and find what he wanted again..."The female voice fell a trace of helplessness and sadness, Ling Yan heard a hint of clues, and hurriedly injected a trace of spiritual power into the scroll, and immediately, Ling Yan's face changed greatly.

"You lied to me?? You're about to dissipate!! ”

"Childe, I don't have much time, I have already died in order to save Zhu Lang that time, but the picture scroll and an obsession in my heart have supported to this day, now I know Zhu Lang's intentions, the obsession is gone, and I have no power to continue to support it..."

Ling Yan knew that her remnant soul could no longer be cured, and she had no power to return to the sky...

"So, how do I answer his question?" Ling Yan was silent for a moment... For some reason, there was a trace of sadness in her heart, her soul was getting weaker and weaker, and her breath slowly retreated, perhaps the saddest thing in the world was like this, the person she loved the most died in front of her, but she didn't know it.

Time passes slowly, the flower of life is gradually withering, once poignant, but today's sadness...

Gradually, the last voice of the female general floated out, like the wind, like a bell, like a spring water, like a drizzle gradually falling...

"Ask how much love and hate in the world, the enemy is no match for a moment of life and death, thousands of years of searching, turning around and passing by..."

The familiar and unfamiliar words, the familiar and unfamiliar voices, after an unknown number of thousands of years, once sounded in the ears....

Zhu Feng's whole person was like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned...

He stared blankly at the scroll in Ling Yan's hand, his eyes gradually turned red, and his body became irritable.

The white and flawless scroll gradually began to turn yellow, wither, and become an ordinary piece of waste paper, as if it was missing something.

Zhu Feng was stunned, he hurriedly blocked his breath, afraid that his breath would crush this ordinary waste paper, he walked over, carefully snatched the scroll in Ling Yan's hand, opened his mouth, and the tears could no longer be suppressed, falling on the scroll one by one.

Who said that heroes don't cry, but they haven't reached the sad place...

"She's gone, what's that?? I'll tell you, that's love! An inexplicable, inexplicable thing! Ling Yan said calmly.

At this time, no one spoke, no one spoke, and even, everyone's breathing slowed down, not because they were careful, but because it was too heavy.

"Can you tell me what she said to you?" Zhu Feng took a few deep breaths, and his smile appeared again, facing Ling Yan...

Looking at those sword eyes, Ling Yan didn't feel good in his heart, but what the female general wanted to tell herself, she still said it truthfully.

Zhu Feng was silent, his smile gradually dissipated, and his hands trembled and he held the scroll.

"Why... Why is this happening? ”

At the two ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other...

"It's all my fault, I know, everything is because I stepped into the fairy realm, if I don't enter the fairy realm, presumably, she has also entered reincarnation, right?? Hahaha...."Zhu Feng laughed, and his tears completely wet the scroll.

He was like he was going crazy... In just one sentence, he already knew everything, and the secret between him and her would never be known by himself.

The heartfelt laughter filled the entire fourth layer, and Ling Yan never knew that it was not only the immortal realm, but also the immortal realm.

This thing can never be interpreted.

Gradually, the fourth layer calmed down, and Zhu Feng's laughter also stopped, the picture scroll in his hand had been wet with tears, broken, and cracked, but he didn't feel any distress, just turned his head to look at Ling Yan, and the familiar bright smile flashed again.

"I'm very satisfied with this answer, Ling Yan, I'll open the passage to the fifth floor for you!"

The relaxed and pleasant tone appeared in Zhu Feng's words again, but no matter how Ling Yan listened to it, he felt that it was not the same as before, as if the suppressed touch hidden before was even more depressing.

Zhu Feng urged a little immortal power, wrapped the picture scroll, and the immortal power made the picture scroll bloom with colorful light, and then let it float in the air.

Ling Yan was a little puzzled by Zhu Feng's actions, and looked at Zhu Feng in a daze.

Zhu Feng closed his eyes, feeling something quietly, a smile on the corner of his mouth, a relaxed face, after a while, he slowly opened his eyes, as if hope had been rekindled in his eyes, the clear pupils looked at Ling Yan, and said with a smile: "Ling Yan, can I make you a friend?" ”

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "I can't ask for a Xuan Immortal as a friend!" ”

"Haha, okay, I didn't expect that I would be a poor painter and make friends like you, and I have no regrets in this life!" Zhu Feng laughed, smug in his smile, showing it all.

"Poor Broken Painter??" After Ling Yan heard this, he was slightly shocked, as if something was wrong....

How could Zhu Feng call himself a poor painter? ? Isn't he a Xuan Immortal?

"After entering the fifth floor, remember, go all the way west, remember...."

The sound in his ears drew Ling Yan's attention back...

Hiss hiss ....

The strange sound stirred the nerves of everyone...

Zhu Feng's body, suddenly, as if the sand blown by the wind, gradually dissipated, his flesh and blood turned into dust, gradually melted into the air, vitality began to collapse, immortal power volatilized, everything, is moving towards annihilation...

And the three souls and seven spirits that overflowed from his body smiled at Ling Yan, and then slammed into the floating scroll without hesitation.

Bang..

The scroll and the soul were shattered at the same time, and the fragments that exploded were like flowers, passing away with the wind, and they didn't know through which crack the wind in the stone room would enter, and where it would take them to look.

The wind withered, and the blood clotted. The prosperity in the dream is exhausted, this love is not young, this intention is unforgettable, although the string is broken, the song is still bowel.

Love in the world is like a flash in the pan....

Zhu Feng's dissipated body gradually appeared a rotating tunnel, and its silence informed the world that between the years, a Xuan Immortal fell for love...