Chapter 355 Are you married to him?

Chapter 355 Are you married to him?

Until the group landed in front of the castle, they did not see any living creatures.

The sparkling lake and the quiet and majestic castle are like a carefully painted painting, beautiful but lifeless, with an indescribable weirdness.

Ai Wanxin took back the little fox and looked up at the tightly closed paulownia wood door of the castle. A strong feeling of disgust surged up from the depths of her heart.

In her memory, the last time she stepped into this gate, she was just a tiny child. The deep and gloomy ancient castle was like a mountain pressing down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. However, the dream came to an abrupt end. She didn't know how she survived from the Starry Tomb at that time, nor did she know whether she returned to this castle later. But obviously, she didn't have a good impression of this place. The appearance of this castle in Fengge Lake was also unusual.

"Sister, can I go open the door?" Jing stepped forward and asked with his head tilted.

Before Ai Wanxin could answer, the two snake-like stone statues standing on both sides of the gate slowly lowered their heads, and the gate opened inward.

A cool breeze that smelled of rotting wood and dust caressed her face.

Looking at the dark corridor behind the door, Ai Wanxin's eyes sank slightly, and she stepped onto the stone steps first. No matter how many bad things she had experienced in this castle, they were all in the past. Could a person still live in a house like a bear?

After everyone entered the castle, the door closed automatically, and the sound of the lock clicking echoed back and forth in the dark and empty corridor.

Pei Junlin laughed: "Who can be locked up by a door?"

He Yang's sharp eyes quickly swept across the corridor where they were, and said, "Sweetheart, this place looks quite big, where should we start looking?"

Ai Wanxin raised her hand and ignited several golden fireballs. Qiong immediately understood and deployed an anti-gravity field, allowing the fireballs to float in the air.

The warm light illuminated the entire corridor, and also illuminated the golden picture frames hanging every few meters on one side of the corridor.

Yi Shenshou walked to the nearest picture frame and took a look, then turned his head to look at Ai Wanxin, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Xinxin..." he asked hesitantly, "Is this you?"

Everyone's eyes fell on the painting.

It looked like a family portrait, with four people on the canvas. The man sitting in a high-backed armchair painted with gold had meticulously combed light gray hair and a cold face. The black pupils that occupied the entire eye sockets were as deep as a pool, without a single ray of light.

In his arms, he held a little girl about five or six years old. She was wearing a pure white princess dress and a diamond headband on her soft black curly hair. Her eyes were very similar to those of a man, with pupils occupying the entire eye socket, but the color was different; her eyes were scarlet.

To the left of the man stood a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, with delicate features but an overly pale complexion. His half-long royal blue hair was tucked behind his ears, and in his pair of deep blue eyes with vertical pupils there was a hint of an unruly smile.

On the right side of the man stood a girl about seven or eight years old, with a small face the size of a palm. Her facial features were almost exactly the same as Ai Wanxin's, except that they were slightly smaller in proportion, especially her eyes that were full of precious light. Anyone who saw them would ask the same question as Yi Shenshou.

The sentinels turned their eyes to Ai Wanxin. She thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say."

Pei Junlin tilted his head in confusion: "Baby, I don't understand."

Ai Wanxin took two steps forward and pointed a finger at the face of the man sitting in the middle of the canvas: "Kloface."

Then he pointed at the boy next to him and said, "Lucifer."

Then it fell on the little girl in the man's arms: "Lilith."

Finally, she placed her hand on the expressionless face of the girl who looked exactly like her, and gently stroked it: "Asiah."

The sentries were all stunned, and no one spoke first.

They almost simultaneously remembered the dream they had experienced not long ago, so it was indeed not a dream, but something that had happened?

Different time, different space, the same them, did they experience a different life?

Qiong's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, his vision was blurry, and the only sound he could hear in his ears was the rapid beating of his own heart.

She remembered, she really remembered.

No, did she remember everything? Then why did she keep me? Did she forgive me?

......

"Sister, you married him?" Jing's shocked voice pulled everyone out of their thoughts.

!

"Huh?" Ai Wanxin looked towards Jing in confusion. He was standing under another picture frame, looking at her in confusion.

Ai Wanxin hurried over. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several other paintings similar to the family portrait, except that the people in the paintings were older than the previous one, until Lucifer, Lilith and Asaiah all grew into adults.

Ai Wanxin stood in front of Jing and looked up at the oil painting in front of him.

In the picture, Lucifer, who had appeared near Zhangcheng not long ago, was wearing a black tuxedo that was almost knee-length, a white vest and a wing-collar dress shirt inside, and a sapphire brooch of the same color as his eyes on his chest. He was smiling and looking at the person next to him.

Beside him, Ai Wanxin saw "herself" wearing a white silk satin fishtail wedding dress, holding a bridal bouquet of calla lilies, and a diamond crown with an olive branch pattern on her long curly hair. She gently held Lucifer's arm, with a happy and shy smile on her face.

The corridor fell into deathly silence for a moment.

Ai Wanxin said with emotion: "Legend has it that there was once a princess in the sea who loved calla lilies very much, but there was no such flower in her territory. The young man who loved her deeply said he would go out to find it for the princess, but he never came back. The princess waited until she died, and after her death she turned into the most beautiful calla lily. Therefore, the flower language of calla lilies is sincere and pure love."

The sentries turned their heads stiffly to look at her, so was that the point?

"Huh?" Ai Wanxin's gaze did not stay on this painting for too long, and quickly looked at the next one, "I gave birth to a child?"

In the next canvas, Lucifer, who obviously looked more mature, was standing behind a high-back chair, while she was sitting on the chair, holding a chubby white and blue-haired baby in her arms, smiling gently.

He Yang said with a tight voice: "Sweetheart, then-"

He wanted to say that it wasn't you, but for some reason he couldn't say it.

"That's not true." Qiong's voice sounded from behind the crowd.

He walked up to Ai Wanxin and looked at her quietly, his eyes not even paying attention to the paintings.

"Asiah left here when he was sixteen," he said softly.