After Crossing, My Modifier Disappeared

"I promise you that--"

"I will absolutely...never use this contract to force Taizang Mandala to do things she doesn't want to do."

"The fetal Tibetan mandala is definitely... definitely not my slave."

"It's a pet...a friend worthy of pampering, sister."

"Do you believe me in the fetal Tibetan mandala?"

Even if he is facing the slapping Huawai Tianmo.

It is the happy day that Yun Yi and Long Taojia can turn the world upside down with just a smile, and Shi Yan can't do anything to drive the other party like a slave.

Such a stupid guy... How can he let the world fall with just a smile?

Changing to the appearance of that mature body may still be overwhelming.

Teacher Yan... No, I thought of the woman I saw through the eyes of the womb mandala.

Like the little devil in front of him, maybe it's almost the same with tears.

Taizang Mandala looked at Shi Yan with teary eyes.

The sky outside the sky is like an endless sea of ​​stars.

As the Taizang Mandala said, thousands of stardust turned into a pair of eyes, overlooking the world of mortals, looking at the girl squatting in front of 'myself' coaxing 'myself'.

Those eyes suddenly closed again.

The spirituality of thousands of stardust is gone.

On the side, little Pixiu suddenly felt that the gold cake in his mouth was not fragrant.

"What about me, what about me!"

The little Pixiu was bouncing around, Shi Yan stood up, rubbed the little Pixiu's head, preferably the little girl's horns.

"You too."

"Huh! Perfunctory!" Little Pixiu pretended to be angry, but his eyes were clearly full of joy, and his steps became cheerful.

Shi Yan rushed to the deepest part of the "Taixu Secret Realm" with the fetal Tibetan mandala and the little Pixiu.

She keenly sensed that the temperature of this world seemed to be getting colder and colder.

The ground under his feet is no longer like a clear and clear lake, but more like... ice.

The bone-piercing cold wants to tear the skin.

The vibration intensity of the trembling "Miyuki no Mai" in his chest was getting stronger and stronger.

Like... crying over someone.

From a distance, Shi Yan has already seen——

The dark chains all over the sky, and the hovering monsters were all frozen by the blue chill.

Even the mandala of pure color in the sky...on the cloud throne is no exception.

world time.

It was as if they were all frozen in an instant.

And to do it all...

Shi Yan saw the girl in the thin skirt.

"Sheng Nu..."

part.263 From now on, you are mine [one more 3k5]

In the world of infinite ice blue.

The girl in the smoky purple skirt stood there leaning on her sword almost like a lonely shadow.

Stand alone.

Just looking at it can make people feel sad.

Shi Yan clutched his chest.

Of course she would not pretend to be literary because of this mournful atmosphere.

Shi Yan just wanted to hold down "Xi Xue Zhi Wu".

Frost Sword in his arms seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, screaming and shaking uncontrollably.

Even Shi Yan can feel the sadness in the heart of "Xi Xue Zhi Wu", but...even "Xi Xue Zhi Wu" can't understand it.

What happened to that sadness.

In the days of "Sword Tomb" wandering too long ago, her memory has been gradually obliterated.

"The Dance of Fine Snow" only remembers...that single figure, seems very familiar...very familiar, very familiar.

There must be a deep connection with the king she once served.

Once again appeasing "Xi Xue Zhi Wu", Shi Yan stared at Sheng Nu.

Sheng Nu also slightly raised his eyes and stared at Xiang Shiyan.

Shi Yan noticed something unusual.

Or...it's weird not to notice the exception.

The girl in a thin skirt looked at herself with icy blue eyes that were as clear as ice... with relief.

Tangled black hair fluttered in the windless space.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and were dyed white velvet by the white frost and snow.

He also wore a small waistcoat made of snowflakes.

very beautiful.

But it makes people feel...indescribably sad.

Shi Yan remembered a sentence that he didn't know where to read.

"Self-crowned as king in the cold northern kingdom."

"The pine needles are the drape, and the snow is the crown."

For the most unusual—

It was still the raging aura that was 'burning' all over Sheng Nu's body.

It is obvious that girls have no spiritual roots innately, and there is no way to dispatch any aura of heaven and earth.

But in front of...

Shi Yan's expression was serious.

The aura burning all over Sheng Nu's body was far from being as simple as it seemed.

In Shi Yan's eyes, it was an endless vortex.

No matter what kind of aura it is, as long as it is involved in that vortex, it will be completely burned, and finally return to death, turning into bone-piercing cold.

This is a reaction that will spread.

This reaction will not end until the firewood Sheng Slave is burned out.

"What the hell did she do?"

"What the hell did she burn!?"

"Master Yan—" Sheng Nu looked at Shi Yan and smiled.

It was different from Sheng Nu's cautious and timid expression in Shi Yan's impression, who always had a little thirst for taste.

Sheng Nu in front of him looked resolute, as if he was watching the world.

"I..."

"Wait until you come."

Sheng Nu's voice hadn't completely fallen yet, the crunching and jerky sound of ice cracking was already mixed in the wind and snow all over the sky.

The entire frozen 'space-time' seems to be broken.

She stared at Shi Yan, and then her body fell down like a puppet with a disconnected thread.

Shi Yan quickly turned into the wind and caught the girl's body before Sheng Nu fell down.

The first feeling when you start with it is cold.

It was icy.

The piercing chill penetrated the girl's skin into her fingertips.

Then it is soft.

It was so soft that it just hugged the girl's waist, and the upper body seemed to bend down like an iron bridge.

Look at the girl's pale lips.

Shi Yan just hugged Sheng Nu tightly, her lips trembling from the cold.

Although she was heartless and a little scumbag, she would never let the girl go at such a time.

"Sheng Nu?"

"Sheng Nu!??"

Shi Yan could clearly feel that the vitality of the girl in his arms was receding bit by bit.

Behind Shi Yan, Xixue Zhiwu's phantom body just condensed.

She put one hand on Shi Yan's shoulder, and her frosty eyes looked sadly at Sheng Nu in Shi Yan's arms.

What Xixuezhiwu felt was more than what Shi Yan felt.

She could smell... a certain radiant, frost-blue quality was fading from this girl whom the master called 'Sheng Nu'.

Those things are burning.