The Phoenix girl smiled and nodded: "Then go quickly, don't rush back, get things done!"
"Um!"
As soon as Ying Wuji had a thought, he disappeared into Kunpeng's corpse.
When he appeared again, he was already in Li Dian's study.
Zhao Ning put away the things he used to dye his white hair and looked at him with a smile: "Can you still see the white hair?"
Ying Wuji shook his head: "No!"
Zhao Ning pursed his lips: "Then... shall we set off?"
"Um!"
Ying Wuji nodded heavily.
Then he held Zhao Ning's hand.
They both took a deep breath and walked towards the back hall.
Before entering the door, Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "You haven't visited him these days?"
“Waiting for you!”
Zhao Ning smiled.
Ying Wuji remained silent. He secretly glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall in the back hall, and unexpectedly felt a sense of homesickness.
He wrote the magic of painting into the rules.
The dead are gone.
There is no resurrection and no reincarnation.
The life span of the living cannot be increased or decreased.
The only difference from the past is that when someone misses the deceased in front of the portrait, the soul will be awakened.
This is true for all people in the world.
Zhao Ning looked at his nervous expression and straightened his collar with a smile: "You have already done everything you promised, why are you so nervous? Don't worry about the child, I will take care of it."
"Um!"
Ying Wuji nodded, and walked into the hall hand in hand with her.
Almost at the moment when the two of them stood in front of the painting.
An old man who looked extraordinary and heroic but slightly confused walked out of the scroll.
They both bowed down.
"Your daughter Zhao Ning, greets father!"
"I, your foolish son-in-law, greet my father!"
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