After Crossing, My Modifier Disappeared

The pen and ink that Wen Qiyun used to describe herself was completely different from that of Wen Ruya.

But it's okay-

Those covers... basically take the initiative.

This is very much in line with reality.

Did not return to his room.

Shi Yan couldn't imagine what it would be like to let Pure Color Mandala see these albums.

The picture is so beautiful that Shi Yan cannot accept it.

Shi Yan seemed to have made fun of himself with these albums after seeing the Pure Color Mandala.

She got into Donghuangli's room.

Judging from the gradually calming heartbeat, the girl has probably fallen asleep.

Shi Yan sat beside Donghuangli's bed, flipping through the picture album page by page.

At this time, she hated why this book was so innocent.

salsa-

Listening to the subtle voice, Donghuangli slowly opened his eyes.

Shi Yan naturally heard it too.

However, Shi Yan did not act rashly.

Donghuangli saw the album in Shi Yan's arms at a glance.

"!!!" The girl almost sat up directly from the bed.

The teacher said that 'sister' checked her storage ring?

Donghuangli heard that some advanced monks could indeed open other people's storage rings.

She was about to feel ill.

"Master Shi Yan..." Donghuangli stretched out his hand and gently tugged at Shi Yan's sleeve.

I want to interrupt the teacher's words and continue reading.

Shi Yan closed the album, she grabbed Donghuangli's hand.

Donghuangli lay there blinking his eyes.

The girl only wore Myrobalan, a thin silver chain was tied around her neck, and a ring lay quietly among the girl's lovely and attractive buds.

Shi Yan looked at the ring and stopped breathing.

It was... a ring that Shi Yan was very familiar with.

A gorgeous peony is painted on the ring surface.

She raised her hand.

Shi Yan wore the exact same ring on his hand.

It's just... the ring on Shi Yan's hand, the face of the ring is a symbol of the sun.

A slender silver chain is attached to the ring.

The silver chain finally wound around Shi Yan's wrist.

Shi Yan recalled what Master Wen Wan said when he gave him the bracelet.

"Little teacher, you must remember..."

"I owe a debt to the owner of this jewelry...a debt that I can't repay."

"If one day...Xiao Shiyan meets another girl who wears this bracelet"

"You must protect her for me."

In Dong Huangli's restless mood, Shi Yan stretched out his hand towards her.

Then... in the girl's lost eyes.

Shi Yan just picked up her necklace.

Shi Yan looked at the peony decoration on the ring.

She felt it, this is fate.

284 Master Wen Wan, just wait, I will help you bring your wife back next time [One more 4K]

The girl curled up in the quilt looked soft and shy, gently lifting the quilt with both hands, her moist eyes flickering.

Outside the quilt, only the girl's snow-white and slender neck and a small section of her white shoulders were exposed.

Donghuangli swallowed her words.

The girl Weifen's lips parted slightly, and she looked at Shi Yan looking at her ring with an inexplicable disappointment in her eyes.

She just gripped the edge of the quilt.

Ring... What's so fun about rings.

It's better to play with yourself...I mean...Is my attractiveness so bad?

Donghuangli looked tense and aggrieved almost like being restrained.

This is probably the difference between [animals] and [animals are inferior].

But... Donghuangli looked at the small picture album spread on Shi Yan's lap.

The girl's body seemed to tense up.

"Ring..." Shi Yan pinched the ring that Donghuangli regarded as a pendant hanging around his neck.

Shi Yan could feel the intimacy of the ring to him.

Compared with the jewelry worn by himself, the peony flower ring hung around Donghuangli's neck made Shi Yan feel more intimate.

Shi Yan could even guess what was going on.

Master Wen Wan said that she owed the owner of this jewelry a love...a love that will not be lost.

obviously--

Many years ago, Mrs. Wen Wan and the owner of the jewelry in her hand had a deep affection for it.

They each forged a ring.

Then give each other gifts.

The ring on his hand is probably the ring cast by the seniors of Tai Yizong.

Tai Yizong——

Its allusion should be derived from the supreme god in [Chu Ci], Donghuang Taiyi.

Donghuangli's name also illustrates this point.

—— Taili.

And Dong Jun, who also originated from "Chu Ci", is the god of the sun.

The sun pattern on the ring on his hand probably originated from this.

The power of that senior's full blow was sealed in the ring.

That is the power of a powerful person in the Dao Realm to strike with all his strength.

It is enough to reverse the ending at a critical moment.

When he was in the "Taixu Secret Realm", Shi Yan thought about whether to release the power stored in the ring.

But... Shi Yan was a little worried.

Will the Pure Color Mandala soar directly to the realm of enlightenment because of the power in the ring?

It is really necessary for her to obtain the cultivation base of enlightenment.

Then there is really no room for redemption.

So... Shi Yan never used that power.

Shi Yan felt the ring on Donghuangli's neck.

Peony?

It fits Mr. Wen Wan's temperament and temperament very well.

It is a gift that gentlemen can give.

But... It's different from the ring in his hand that still seals the all-powerful strike of a Dao Enlightenment cultivator.

Donghuangli tied the ring on the chain, and the power contained in it was already empty.

Probably something happened.

Shi Yan didn't ask too much.

On the contrary, Donghuangli's body tensed up immediately.

Although... because of the aftereffects brought to her by the Pure Color Mandala skill, Donghuangli's body is so weak that she can't even hold the quilt tightly, and her toes can only curl up loosely.

"You you you..." the soft voice said, "Despicable, shameless, nasty!"

With a shy face, Dong Huangli hit Shi Yan with a standard three-hit combo.

"He turned over someone's ring."

Donghuangli seemed to want to take back the anger that Shi Yan would rather look at the ring than look at it.

Shi Yan lightly threw the ring back.

It's true...it's impolite to take something out of someone's chest and look at it yourself.

only--

Shi Yan probably didn't pay attention.