After Crossing, My Modifier Disappeared

Alas...

Why the more he thought about it, the more Shi Yan felt that his future was bleak.

She has seen that thousands of years later, her name has become a picture of parents threatening the little girl to be obedient.

'If you are disobedient, Shi Yan will come out and eat you up! '

So weird.

This is too weird.

Faced with this situation, Shi Yan can only say... I hope the immortal sent by the fairy world to punish him will look better.

Hua Xiangrong's level is fine.

But preferably a mature big sister.

Don't be too cold.

It was too cold, Shi Yan felt that he couldn't bear it.

Strange... What kind of weird things are I thinking about.

Shi Yan felt that his consciousness seemed to have fallen into an almost trance state.

Do not--

Not nearly.

Shi Yan looked at the corner of Lou Lan's mouth.

With Lou Lan's smile rising, the world in Shi Yan's eyes seemed to be changing accordingly.

The edges of the world crumble like falling pieces of paper.

Behind the crumbling world... lies an endless wilderness.

Dead bodies littered the wilderness.

One after another, the spirit swords were inserted into the barren land like this, and the blood dyed the earth into that terrible maroon color.

Shi Yan has seen such a scene.

It's just... What Shi Yan saw was one sword skeleton after another that had been weathered and eroded to such a bad shape that it was even broken into several pieces.

Buried in the ground, there are only bones that are about to peel off and blend into the wilderness.

That is... "Sword Mound".

It is rumored that the fairy who fell into the world of mortals, brought all the top experts in the world of mortals, and fought to the death with the Lord of Loulan.

Teacher Yan looked around.

But he felt that his body was so worn out that even turning his head became difficult.

pain--

It's like the pain of being run over by a cart over and over again, but unable to die.

But... Even opening his mouth and squeezing out a groan became impossible.

Head down.

His hands were covered with blood.

The fingertips have already lost consciousness, and they can't even feel the viscous blood dripping from the fingertips, and even... can't tell whether the blood is their own or someone else's.

"Is this... Loulan?"

Shi Yan knew exactly what happened.

It was the same as when I first met Cang Wanyun and the little girl Ba.

I fell into that too real, almost 'enlightenment' state.

It's just that what I realized bit by bit was Lou Lan's life.

And now...what I see should be the endgame.

【Death of Loulan】.

'Shi Yan' looked down at his blood-stained hands.

At the feet... the frost-blue fairy sword is already broken, falling into a pool of blood, and the sword spirit is almost broken, unable to even respond to the most basic.

Behind him... the long piano that accompanied him, the strings of which have been snapped.

"will die--"

That's something that's been known for a long time.

"will die--"

That is the fate that I have been watching for a long time.

'Teacher Yan' raised his head.

In the wilderness where corpses littered the field, there was only a slender figure covered in blood who could barely hold on and stood there.

The gentle and jade-like sword pointed at him unswervingly.

The blood covered Bing Jing's visor, making 'Shi Yan' somewhat unable to see the opponent's face clearly.

She staggered forward slowly.

With all his strength... trembling left hand raised, and pressed against the edge of the visor on his face.

click-

The only sound other than the sound of breathing in the quiet world.

The blood-stained visor... The visor, which is exactly the same as the flower on the forehead of the pure color mandala, just fell on the wilderness.

'Teacher Yan' raised his head.

This time... she finally saw it.

His own face was reflected on the sword's edge, which was as gentle as jade.

The girl with an indifferent face pursed her pale and dry lips lightly.

His snow-white long hair was stained with blood, sticky and condensed into strands of dead grass.

And that indifferent little face...is exactly the same as Jun Qianrou.

Shi Yan finally understood.

The premonition I had before.

The kind that if you come to the "Tomb of Loulan" and see the statue of the Lord of Loulan.You will suddenly realize what is going on.

realized.

But not fully enlightened.

At the same time that Shi Yan saw the pale face reflected on the blade, the endless gravity and the feeling of falling came from behind.

The world shattered.

Forcibly dragging Shi Yan back to reality.

There seemed to be a strong smell of blood in his nose, and Shi Yan's pupils were tightly locked, still a little shocked.

She looked at Lou Lan who was standing in front of her pretty and waving at her.

Thinking back to the indifferent and blood-stained Lou Lan in his memory.

Which... is the real one?

and--

The corner of Shi Yan's mouth twitched, feeling that he couldn't laugh at all, not even a wry smile.

She looked at Lou Lan's pretty face, which was almost exactly the same as Jun Qianrou's.

Now...she probably understands where Loulan's lower body is.

"You are... Loulan?" Shi Yan's voice was dry.

"It's absolutely true—" The joyful voice was completely different from the indifference that Shi Yan saw.

"But... aren't you already dead?" Shi Yan's straight ball directly broke Lou Lan's joyful expression.

Shi Yan could see that the corners of Lou Lan's eyes seemed to be jumping wildly.

Then...it was exactly the same as when I was in Le'an City.

Shi Yan stretched out his hand and squeezed Lou Lan's face.

Soft and very elastic.

But there is no body temperature that a living person should have.

If I have to describe it...it's almost like the little girl in my arms.

Shi Yan used his strength smoothly.

Lou Lan even showed a look almost like a girl suffering from pain.

Shi Yan could feel that Lou Lan's anger was obviously soaring.

"Hey!!!"

This time, Shi Yan has learned to rush to answer, "I know, I know, it's impolite."

Lou Lan's anger hadn't come out yet, as if Shi Yan had punched her back with a toilet.

She shook her hands resentfully, and stared at Shi Yan.

The "master" and "mysterious" atmosphere that the girls worked so hard to create disappeared.

Lou Lan rubbed her face, "Even a dead person will still be in pain."

"Fool."

For a moment, Shi Yan didn't know how to answer it.

A mouthful was stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit it out.