Chapter 5169 The Borrowed Person (Seventy)

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The other mysterious 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 so far, no one has taken away the most precious items from the Phantom Gate? Has anyone decrypted it?

They did find some relatively precious elixirs. Who knows how elixirs can grow in an environment like the beast world, but when they see them, they will 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 more than one world exists in it. Exactly how many there are, no one knows yet.

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, but 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 role. The face is hers, but the clothes have changed.

She sensed it slightly and could still see through all the changes, all because of a special power blessing her body.

This power has no malicious intent, it just helps her completely integrate into the character, so Qian Yan doesn't care.

"Jiang Xinghuai?" Qian Yan shouted.

Because she discovered that the lemon was missing.

While shouting, Qianyan remembered her contract with him. After a moment of feeling, Qianyan raised her wrist and rolled up her sleeves. 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 left for a long time."

"I'm a lemon juicer, I can't do it."

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

"You're pretty." She complimented her at the end.

Jiang Xinghuai: "I think it suits your wrist very well. Only your wrist can deserve such a tattoo."

Qian Yan: Okay.

Suddenly I remembered that he was very easy to tease.

[The lemon essence is not sour, I am 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 sat beside the bed, her face slightly 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 servants coming in, Qian Yan coughed slightly, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Get a glass of water."