The other Xuan Masters who had not met Qian Yan and others were still looking for clues in the Beast World, and they were also dumbfounded when the Beast World was suddenly decrypted.
Didn’t it mean that no one has taken away the most precious items from the Phantom Door so far? Someone has decrypted it now?
They did find some relatively precious elixirs. Who knows how elixirs could grow in an environment like the Beast World, but when they saw them, they would definitely uproot them.
The specific situation in the Fantasy Gate is not very clear to the mystical masters. Those who know it a little bit only know that good things can be obtained in it, and that there is more than one world in it. No one can understand how many there are specifically.
For those who have entered the world of fantasy, many memories no longer exist after they come out.
I don’t know how much time passed before the space around Qianyan stabilized.
In front of you is an antique house. Judging from the furnishings, the owner of the house is either rich or noble.
Qianyan looked around and finally found a mirror. This time she didn't have to believe everything around her. She completely integrated into the character. The face was hers, but the clothes had changed.
She sensed it slightly and could still see through all the changes, which were all because of a special power blessing her body.
This power has no malicious intent, it just helps her to fully integrate into the character, so Qian Yan doesn't care.
"Jiang Xinghuai?" Qian Yan shouted.
Because she found that the lemon was missing.
While shouting, Qianyan remembered the contract between her and him. Qianyan felt it for a moment, raised her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, and a lemon pattern suddenly appeared on her white wrist.
"I'm here."
Qian Yan: "I know."
"Yun Qianyan, what do you think of the lemon tattoo? It doesn't feel dark at all, right? It doesn't have the glamor of a rose. Isn't it very fresh?"
Qian Yan once again raised his arm to look at it, and said seriously: "Well, it's true that it's not black or sexy, but it looks like the stickers that primary school students play with."
Jiang Xinghuai: "The sticker will turn black, but I won't."
Qian Yan: “Lemons will grow mold if kept for a long time.”
"I am lemon juice, I don't know how to do it."
Hearing that Jiang Xinghuai's tone was a little dull, Qian Yan changed his words: "I'm talking about ordinary lemons, not lemon essences like yours."
"You're pretty." She complimented her at the end.
Jiang Xinghuai: "I think it suits your wrist very well, and only your wrist can be worthy of such a tattoo."
Qian Yan: Okay.
Suddenly I remembered that he was very easy to tease.
[The lemon essence is not sour, I will make it sour first.]
【God, who knew I would be sour to a lemon? 】
After discharging the easy-to-coax lemon essence, Qian Yan began to observe the surrounding environment, trying to find clues from it.
As expected, she quickly found some keys and roughly figured out the identity of her body.
Through some objects and her clothes, even if there are some differences, Qian Yan can still be sure that her current identity should be the monarch of a certain country.
After seeing all the items in the house clearly, Qian Yan decided to summon someone.
Following her call, several palace attendants came in.
"His Majesty."
Qian Yan was sitting by the bed, her face slightly pale. This was something she had just forced out. Without any prompts, she could only use this method to collect information for the time being. Seeing the palace man coming in, Qian Yan coughed slightly, and then used
The hoarse voice said: "Bring me a glass of water."