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The rest of the Xuanshi, who had not met Qian Yan and others, were still exploring clues in the Beast World, and they were also stunned.

Didn’t it mean that no one has taken away the most precious items from the fantasy gate so far? Has anyone decrypted this?

They found some more precious spiritual medicines. They knew how the spiritual medicines could be produced in the Beast World, but when they saw them, they would definitely uproot them.

The Xuan Masters are not very clear about the specific situation in the Illusion Sect. If they know a little, they only know that they can get good things inside and that there are more than one world inside. No one can understand how many there are at present.

Many memories of those who have entered the world of fantasy have disappeared after they come out.

I don’t know how long it has been, but the space around Qianyan has stabilized.

In front of you is an ancient house. In terms of ornaments, the owner of the house is either rich or noble.

Qian Yan looked around and finally found a mirror. This time she didn't have to believe everything around her. She completely integrated into the role. Her face was hers, but her clothes changed.

With a slight sense, she could still see through all the changes, because a special force was blessed by her.

This kind of power has no malice, but just helps her to fully integrate into the role, Qian Yan doesn't care.

"Jiang Xinghuai?" Qian Yan shouted.

Because she found that the lemon was missing.

While shouting, Qian Yan recalled her contract with him. He felt a little, raised his wrist and lifted his sleeves. A lemon pattern suddenly appeared on his white wrist.

"I'm here."

Qian Yan: "I understand."

"Yun Qianyan, how do you think of the lemon tattoo? There is no feeling of blackness at all, right? There is no charm of roses, isn't it very fresh?"

Qian Yan raised her arm again and said seriously: "Well, it's really not black or charming, but it's very similar to the stickers played by elementary school students."

Jiang Xinghuai: "The stickers will turn black, but I won't."

Qian Yan: "The lemon will become moldy after being left for a long time."

"I'm lemon essence, I won't."

Hearing that Jiang Xinghuai's tone was already a little dull, Qian Yan changed his words: "I'm talking about ordinary lemons, not including lemon essence like you."

"You look pretty." At the end, she praised.

Jiang Xinghuai: "I think it is very suitable for your wrist, and only your wrist can deserve such a tattoo."

Qianyan: OK.

Suddenly I remembered that he was very coaxing.

【The lemon essence is not sour, I will be sour first.】

【God, who knew I was sour at a lemon?】

After slapping the lemon that was so easy to coax, Qian Yan began to observe the surrounding environment and tried to find clues from it.

Living up to expectations, she quickly found some key points and roughly figured out the identity of her body.

Through some objects and her clothes, even if there is some difference, 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 people.

With her call, several palace servants came in.

"His Majesty."

Qian Yan sat by the bed, her face pale, which she had just forced out. Without any prompts, she could only use this method to collect information for the time being. Seeing the palace maid coming in, Qian Yan coughed slightly, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Pour a glass of water."
Chapter completed!