Tang Ning's vision slowly lost the strength to move away.

She stared at Jialan intently.

The boy's black robe was densely embroidered with silver threads. The color that seemed to be the same as the frost reminded her of another name of the dragon claw flower—

The other side of the river.

Because of the strange appearance of leaves but no flowers, flowers but no leaves, although it is a common flower in the mountains after the rain, it seems to be born with two more mysterious things than the flowers and trees next to it.

Now that it is blooming in the Dulingsi, it seems that it has really become a flower on the other side.

The burning color like fire, the breathtaking beauty, and every petal carries a strange and unique fragrance.

People on this shore were tempted, throw away their skins, and planted into the beautiful scenery on the other shore like moths flying into the fire.

Even Tang Ning thought these flowers were so beautiful. She looked at Jia Lan and always felt like a moth. She knew that there was a ball of fire in front of her, but once she got close, she would be burned to pieces. She still couldn't help but think of stupid things.

The girl's eyes were so clear that she was naked.

The boy in black on the shore slightly shook his eyes and suddenly someone took him a mirror.

The brightly polished bronze mirror easily reflected his face, and his eyebrows, eyes and facial features were terrifyingly clear.

Jialan was stunned.

He was clearly looking at his face, but for some reason, when he looked at the person in the mirror, he always felt that it was not him.

The hand suddenly lost strength, and the bronze mirror fell to the ground with a "clang".

The boys in black looked at him together.

Jialan stood on the Taiji with a pale face and slowly covered her face.

For the first time he knew that he and his father were born so similar. No wonder when Ayan woke up, he called him Lord Yansheng for the first time.

If he had been a few years older and older, he would probably be exactly the same as his father.

But... he hated his father's face.

Stepping on the mirror barefoot, Jialan put down his hand and strode out the door.

Seeing this, the boys in black looked at Tang Ning in the bathtub, and followed each other and gently retreated.

As soon as the door was closed, the room became quiet, and Tang Ning only had the sound of the pool of water flowing.

She frowned and looked up at the door.

The door was closed tightly, and there was no sound of footsteps.

After loosening her belt, Tang Ning untied her clothes. The warm current wrapped her naked skin, which made her breath uncontrollably. Her tense thoughts over the past few days seemed to have been melted by this warmth and comfort.

She sank and soaked in the water, and saw petals floating above her head like small boats.

In the water, she had snow-white skin and a well-proportioned body. Her healthy long legs swung in the water. Tang Ning swam twice, but she felt that her whole body was relaxed.

After taking a comfortable shower, she stood up from the water, walked out of the bath, bent down to pick up new clothes beside her.

The girl's back, exposed in the air, had her bones and flesh, and was as smooth as jade, and she could hardly see a pore. However, a strange little mole appeared on her spine that was slightly raised because of her bent down.

The mole as red as blood is only the size of a flax. It grows in the skin, flat and smooth without any sign of bulging.

Drops of water flowed along the wet hair and dripped to the ground.

Tang Ning grabbed his clothes and stood up straight.

The red mole suddenly grew from circle to length as she moved, and slowly climbed up one section.

This mole originally grew only less than a foot above the tailbone, like a needle, and was only a little bit small. But now, it has become a short thin line.

Tang Ning tied up his long hair and turned around to wipe his body dry.

The thin red thread just grew in a place where she couldn't see it.

When you touch your hands, it is also smooth.

No pain or itch, no sense of consciousness.

She unfolded her new clothes, put them carefully, and walked towards the door with her wet embroidered shoes.
Chapter completed!