Yanran?! Qianqian's eyes widened. She seemed to remember that Mo Yao Mingjia-Zui Mo once called her Yanran.

Could it be that this Yanran is the Yanran that Mo Yao Ming Lao and Zui Mo spoke of?

What shocked Qianqian even more was that his name was actually on it, right behind the four characters Yanran Zui'er, side by side with Yan Ran Zui'er.

What does this mean?

"Who is this woman?" Qian Qian asked Yuwen Xuanli stiffly.

"My wife, money money."

My wife - money money!

Qian Qian felt that her heart had forgotten how to beat. How could this be possible? She was a modern person, but she couldn't figure out what era the person in front of her was from.

This painting is from ancient times, but it's impossible to tell yourself that the person in front of you has lived for who knows how many years.

Is he a person who can live forever? Did he take the elixir of Qin Shihuang?

"I fainted, I fainted. I must be dreaming, this must be a dream." Qianqian murmured, it was really shocking.

She couldn't believe that all this was true.

Recently, she has really been possessed by the God of Plague.

"This is not a dream, it is real. You are the person in the portrait." Yu Wenxuan said quietly.

His eyes swept over Xuebai's body, but he couldn't remember who this figure was.

I just felt that the smell on him was extremely familiar.

"What dynasty is this thing from? How old am I?" This is completely impossible. Could it be that she has been reincarnated?

There is no talk of ghosts and gods here.

This is a high-tech era, and those superstitious things have long been gone from our lives.

She is a modern college student who has been studying for so many years. How could she still have the strange and chaotic thoughts of the older generation?
Chapter completed!