It is thousands of years old, and this painting is also many years old, and according to archaeological knowledge, it is actually more than a thousand years old....... More than a thousand years of people in the painting, thousands of years ...... 's fiancée......

This...... Rao is her mood after twenty-two years of calm and fluctuating, and now she is a little fluctuating and curious, she wants to ask: dare to ask, how old is your fiancée? Alive, isn't it? If you were alive, what would you look like now? Old man? Still is...... What does it look like in the painting? ……… The appearance of himself and the one in the painting, did he misunderstand an acquaintance and misidentify him?

It is said that immortals can live forever, so what about his fiancée? Could it be that he is also a Taoist priest who cultivates immortals, and has already become an immortal?

Also, this person should have a split personality~~~ I just mentioned that his fiancée still looks like she is going to kill, so what is the trouble with this affectionate appearance now? My heart turned a thousand times at once......

Di Yanyi looked at the woman's puzzled and thoughtful appearance, chuckled, shook the hand holding the painting slightly, opened the painting scroll, and said, "Little Liu, looking at this painting, what might you think of?" ”

Cheng Xinyan raised her head, and suddenly saw the person in the painting scroll up close, she panicked inexplicably, her heartbeat missed half a beat, her face turned pale, and a few pictures suddenly appeared in her mind......

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The surrounding white fog was filled, in the center of the venue, the purple clothes were fluttering, the people in front of them turned around, and the laughter like a song had been echoing in their ears, the silver bell smiled skillfully, and the purple clothes suddenly ran to this side with their feet on their feet, and the undisguised smug voice sounded: "Little Liu......?" She turned again, and the purple clothes fluttered with her turn...

She turned her head to her and said, "Do you think I'm beautiful?" Hehe......"

Cheng Xinyan raised her head slightly, and in front of her, she smiled and smiled...... Purple veil lingers...... If the skin is clotted and blown, it can be broken, just because the sky is not for the world...... The person who paints can be described as the essence of the painting, the depth of the painting skill, the things painted are not much different from the people in front of them, but what they see in person is more real and smart, but also, there is more earthly corruption, it is the cruelty and evil, almost, the whole smart picture is ruined to the deep......

opened her mouth and found that she couldn't say anything, and the laughter like a song was still in her ears, but at this time there was more cruelty, and the evil smile like a witch made her inexplicably afraid again......

"Little Six...... Little Liu, wake up, ......" Suddenly, another voice interjected, feeling very familiar, which made her somewhat panicked heart settle down inexplicably......

Slowly came back to her senses, the man in front of her, his face was pale, and his eyes were slightly panicked, holding her shoulders with both hands, shaking gently, Di Yanyi was relieved to see that the woman's eyes had regained their brilliance.

Cheng Xinyan came back to her senses, was a little in a trance, forcibly suppressed the inexplicable attachment to him in the bottom of her body, shook her head lightly, and held her forehead, what's the matter, when she saw the yellowed paper painting in the man's hand at the shoulder, she was shocked, frowned and pushed it away, and said lightly: "I'm fine......"

Di Yanyi frowned, "Little Sixth ......" The woman ignored it, slowly withdrew her hand, and put the painting behind her, he just wanted her to remember who she was, but she didn't expect this painting to stimulate her, she felt a little guilty in her heart, clenched her fists, and a bloodthirsty flash in her eyes, so, he also understood why.

Cheng Xinyan always felt that there was something faintly revealing in the meantime, but it still took time, so she took a breath, said less and watched more, and saved herself.

And what will he have to do with his fiancée? Thinking of the scene under the illusion just now, the face that was not much different from that gave her a headache, and she didn't feel that she was more wary of the man in front of her.