The only eight remaining Great Purifiers in the entire Federation, except Duan Moyan, have been famous for a long time, and most of them are in their forties. They are all characters holding each continent in their hands, and are even more popular than the most popular stars.

And in a conference room.

"You are planning a child marriage, you are illegal." Duan Moyan said expressionlessly.

Marlow opposite her smiled bitterly: "Master Jing, I promise that today is just a formality. You will definitely not get married soon, you will definitely not be a child marriage! Other purifier ladies are the engagers who were chosen after the age of 20! I promise you that everything is done to protect you, and you have freedom of marriage!"

Duan Moyan still had a blank expression: "You arranged marriage, you have child marriage, I will go to federal court to sue you."

Marlow wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Master Jing, you have escaped seven times during this period, complained eight times, smashed nine doors, and collapsed ten meetings. Everyone in the parliament knows how angry you are."

"In the past few months, I don't know how many scoundrels and undercovers have been entered here. You are too dangerous, so we have to completely kill their evil thoughts. As long as you have a recognized engagement person, he can divert most of your attention for you, and you will be safe."

Duan Moyan rolled her eyes openly, what a wonderful abacus.

She stood up and wanted to walk out of the room. Suddenly two bodyguards in black appeared at the door to block the way: "Master Jing, the ceremony is about to begin, please cooperate with the work."

Duan Moyan looked at them and punched them directly, but the two of them were obviously not vegetarians. Her moves were blocked instantly. One of them had a huge fist and the wind stormed. Duan Moyan took a stance to fight, but he just waved his fist and stopped in front of her face.

"Don't hurt the Lord Jing!" Marlow shouted anxiously from behind.

The black-clad bodyguard said respectfully: "Please cooperate with the work."

Duan Moyan put away her fists. She no longer had personal freedom at this moment. If she was blushing and blushing, she was just an excuse for house arrest. She understood why Pei Ji was reluctant to bring her to District 1 at the time.

"No matter how many reasons you have, it cannot cover up your illegal act of arranging a child marriage. It turns out that the purifier is just a tool of power in the eyes of the Council. I will cooperate with you, but please don't implicate my friends."

Marlow almost cried: "Absolutely not! I promise you that as long as you survive these two days of ceremony, the Parliament will not care about you anymore!"

Duan Moyan: I believe you, a ghost.

Because of the unique talents of the purifier, those families that can marry the purifier will all become candidates and have already possessed the gene talent of S+ or above. After purification, they will naturally become elites among the elites and the peak of all rights classes.

As the only age-appropriate purifier, Duan Moyan's importance is self-evident. Ovivi Asia did not hesitate to break the precedent for her and held the second ceremony of purifier titles, so naturally he could not let things go.

The auditorium where the ceremony was held was renovated, with the security system on the outside one layer after another. The tableware used at the banquet was specially customized white crystal utensils, and the dishes and drinks had to undergo ten poison inspections, striving to avoid any mistakes and not let a fly go.

Those who can enter this gorgeous and grand building after many screenings are naturally the best among the top families in the Central Third District.

Even if there was only one winner in the end, each family still tried its best to stuff their descendants here. The original shortlist of fifteen people suddenly burst into thirty-five people.

At this moment, the crystal chandeliers are dazzling. In this magnificently decorated lobby with gold and silver, these 35 handsome young people are all wearing expensive dresses and suits, each of whom are drinking and chatting and laughing.

Among these people, Galach stood with his friend Madou. He reached out to pick up a glass of golden wine and pulled the collar slightly crampedly, which was tightly tied with complex collar flowers and a huge pomegranate ruby ​​in the center. According to his father, it matched the color of his eyes and added a charming temperament.

But Galach felt like a silly vase at this moment.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, looking at his friend with a little depressed look: "Why are you dressing like this? No one in the audience is wearing white. A pink suit is so ugly."

My friend was wearing a white tuxedo, but the shirt inside was pink ruffled, and he felt like a spring flower. He felt that it was not enough, so he even put a pink rose bud on his collar.

Madu was so nervous that he kept following his bangs with his hands and whispered: "I heard that Moyan Jingzhu likes roses."

"So you turned yourself into a flower?" Galach covered his face and shook his head. Why didn't he find that his friend was hopelessly stupid.

Madu blushed and said, "I have no advantage over those people. What if the Lord of the Pure Land can take a look at me more."

He stopped to sort out his bangs, and his expression looked a little lonely: "But when I came, I realized that it was difficult to stand out among so many people."

Among these thirty-five people, there are not only young and promising politicians, but also generals holding heavy troops, descendants of wealthy businessmen, and descendants of ancient families. They almost included heroes from all over Ovivi. They heard that people from other continents wanted to try it, but they were all blocked by the government and driven out of the country.

Madu was still depressed, and heard Galach smile arrogantly: "So what?"

He put down the empty cup in his hand and pointed at a man in a royal blue suit not far away. "Look at the one Ramir Jay, who is known as a genius scientist, wanted to volunteer to teach Master Jing's physics class, but he didn't even enter the school gate."

"And that," he pointed at an Asian man with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin. "The third generation core of the Li clan always intentionally or unintentionally claims to be in front of the media that he is the same clan as Mo Yan Jingzhu. When did he deal with him?"

"Not mentioning the group of people who have been repaired by Master Jing before, who can get so many guys who come up to give gifts and money, who can give her a look?" Gallach's face showed yearning, "She is the pure pearl, the glimmer of clouds, we are all equal in front of her. Even if I just come to run away this time, I will admit it."

Madu looked at his friend's side face and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was worried that you could not think so before, but now I feel relieved."

Galah glanced at him, turned his head to stare at the men coming and going, and lowered his voice: "You have thought too much, but I haven't given up. The Lord of the Pure Lord just turned 18 this year, and there are at least two or three years left before getting married. No one knows what will happen during this period, and it means that he is just choosing a formal engagement tomorrow. The fiance is just a qualification after all. If he has a disagreement with the Lord of the Pure Lord in the future, he can terminate the engagement."

Galach's eyes were bright: "At that time, I will come from behind. Isn't there an old saying in China? The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind. The Lord Jing will definitely choose me!"

Madu swallowed his spit and did not dare to hurt his friends' confidence. Even if there is a yellow bird, it is unlikely that it is you...

The breeze blows in through the windows and doors, bringing the fragrant fragrance of flowers in the garden.

The shell wind chimes hanging under the corridor made a crisp sound, "Dingling-dingling-" and the lamps made of lily-curtain lily-curtain under the eaves lit up one after another. In the hall, groups of people chatting with each other seemed to sense something, and stopped and looked neatly at the quiet corridor not far away.

The sound of crisp footsteps came from the depths of the quiet and mysterious corridor, and two figures walked against the light. The man in front was wearing a white robe in parliamentary style, which was naturally ignored by everyone. As for the one behind...

The one behind, when she appeared, the dinner at Shura Field was officially revealed.

Duan Moyan walked on the marble stairs wearing a tailor-made dress. She held the hem of the skirt with one hand and gently placed the other hand on the handrail of the stairs. With her movements, the skirt made of layers of yarn flipped open like a wave, gradually changing from rose red to light pink from inside to outside. The petal-like skirt exposed a rhinestone-covered upper.

This skirt was finely sewn by a handcrafter, and many diamond jewelry were worn on her hair, neck and hands. She rarely dressed up so gorgeously, and in the eyes of others, she looked like a blooming rose.

The girl gradually walked out of the darkness. When her face was completely exposed under the crystal lamp, everyone under the steps seemed to suddenly encounter some huge shock. Except for some of the strong psychological qualities, the rest looked dull and restless.

Despite this, the advanced education that had been bathed in more than 20 years still allowed them to maintain the most basic upbringing. These men stood at the center of their pride, bent down, put their right hand on their hearts, lowered their heads to her, fully demonstrating their elegant demeanor and proper etiquette.

——But no one remembers what upbringing is in a while.

Duan Moyan came with Ma Luo. She seemed elegant and dignified, but in fact she was in a fierce psychological struggle. She was about to make the last struggle when she heard a call filled with affection in front of her, "Master Jing..."

A strange man who had his hair combed in a military dress, who wanted to wear all the medals of medals on his military dress approached her and slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hold her.

Duan Moyan did not move, and there was no smile on her face. She naturally became noble and cold in the eyes of others.

These people were like bewitching, moving closer to the bottom of the stairs. The elites were naturally the ones who could participate in the candidate selection, but if these elites were crazy like they were slapping medicine, it would be a bit terrifying.

"Miss, I am Floy. Can I be lucky to ask you to dance the first dance?"

"My Lord Moyan, I have liked you for a long time, I..."

"My name is Rutas, I have mailed you flowers. Have you received it?"

They just now made the illusion of gentlemanly and tame, and then they couldn't wait to reveal their true colors. They were like ants who had smelled the smell of honey, rushing there in a swarm.

Galach also stood in the crowd, looking at the girl surrounded by men, his gaze involuntarily pushed away the candidates blocking the front, landing accurately on the girl, looking at her almost flawless face under the light, her white arms and slender wrists.

The dress is a short-sleeved style, and there is no exposed area. However, just the nakedness of these skins, Galach felt the beast genes in his body barking, and the blood flowed continuously in his blood vessels, gradually heating up.

His eyes became as bright as ruby, and he couldn't help but feel longing. What if he was the one standing beside her at this moment?

This impulse prompted Galach to squeeze forward, prompting him to abandon reason and upbringing. His eyes followed Duan Moyan closely, seeing her hiding behind Marlow, unable to avoid the people who came forward to show their respect.

Galach saw a gap and suddenly reached forward: "My Lord! I..."

An arm stretched out from the side, holding his arm tightly like a pliers. Galach was shocked, and the disappearing reason instantly returned to his feet.

A tall man in a pitch-black military uniform blocked him, his clothes were not very straight, revealing a sharp neck. He was smiling, but he didn't feel a smile: "Boy, you have to pay attention."

Galach faced his topaz cat vertical pupil and instantly recognized his identity: a ruthless man who had recently returned from the 12th District, the deputy commander of the 21st Legion Assault Battalion, a famous military commander in the military headquarters.

Pei Ji stopped a few reckless men who were passionate and stood beside Duan Moyan like a bodyguard. He looked lazy and lowered his eyes and swept around, then casually placed his arm on the handrail of the stairs beside Duan Moyan.

This action angered dozens of other candidates. A strong man obviously in a tight suit pulled off his neck tie and threw it on the ground. He punched a dining table and tilted the porcelain piece and fell all over the floor: "Who is the old man, get out of here, the Lord of the Pure Land must be mine today!"

This man was particularly tall and forced a way through the crowd. He was about to walk under the stairs. He suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind with one hand, and a voice full of anger came, and he was gloomy: "You tell me again?"

The people around him subconsciously took a half step back and looked at them at the show. The man was dissatisfied and turned around and only met a pair of burning pupils.

"Dare you dare to say it again?" Joyce gritted his teeth, his eyebrows and hair had fallen from the sea, but the tall and strong man had no idea about it. He frowned, "Which green onion are you..." Before he finished speaking, his huge body flew up, breaking away from gravity like a rag, and then slammed onto the stone pillar beside the wall.

The dust fell all over the ground.

Joyce rolled up his sleeves and roared lowly: "Who else wants to know who I am!"

There was suddenly no one talking in the hall full of people. Duan Moyan couldn't hold it in and silently opened her eyes. The other men noticed her expression and looked a little embarrassed.

In the silence of everything, the man who was thrown out moaned and turned over and slowly climbed up. He shook his head, woke up and stumbled towards him, his expression was completely angered: "You bastard, I have to beat you up today!!!"

The expected fierce battle did not happen. The man was nearly two meters tall like a bear, and the fist he waved was astonishingly large. However, at this moment, the fist, which was like a football, was held by one hand by one person.

Bai Yixing's face remained unchanged, and there was even a slight smile on his lips. He changed his equipment today, wearing a well-made white suit and the shirt inside was also white, making his whole body look very delicate. But such a person who was as delicate as a golden doll held the black bear's bear paw with his bare hands.

The two of them stood together, and the difference in size caused a huge visual impact. Bai Yixing stared at the man's eyes: "Mr. Bobby, it seems that you don't want to participate in the selection. Guard, follow the rules and send him out."

The man named Bobby wanted to shout something, Bai Yixing slapped on his shoulder lightly, and he couldn't speak. When the guards dragged the man out of the hall, the man didn't howl again.

Bai Yixing slowly approached with a smile: "Everyone, please maintain the most basic gentlemanly upbringing. No one can be rude when facing Lord Jing. If not, I don't mind helping you."

Almost everyone present knew him, and immediately there were more powerful people sarcastic: "Senator, we are not like you. We don't have any chance to meet the Lord of the Pure Land. If you want to occupy the opportunity, then the original intention of the Parliament to hold the ceremony is probably untenable."

Bai Yixing's face remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly: "I didn't say that."

The man was still talking loudly: "Anyone standing here is a hero selected by the Federation. We have the same opportunity to win the favor of the Pure Lord. Who can get to know him depends entirely on your ability. You only have the exclusive Pure Lord and will not let us get close to you. I have reason to complain to the government."

After hearing what he said, Duan Moyan secretly curled her lips behind Pei Ji: Sorry, you guys get to know each other, I'll leave first when I drive the bus.

Seeing that the remaining dozens of people were getting more and more excited, Joyce, Pei Ji, Bai Yixing and the other two stood in front of her silently, forming a wall of people. The guards surveillance near the hall also held their weapons tightly and were ready to rush up at any time.

At this time, the door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and the cool night breeze blew in with unknown cold fragrance. Everyone was shocked and saw that the last candidate was late.

Even if Jing Yi no longer wears military uniforms, his clothes are as banned and tight as he is. The black shirt buttons are buttoned to his neck, and the three-piece suit is paired with a mitril-tie tie clip, which makes him mixed with a cold temperament like a thousand-year-old frozen ice, and his heartbeat that is stained with the world.

Jing Yi glanced at the dense crowd of people and frowned slightly: "Either shut up or get out."

This voice had the charm of an ancient tone, and was swept by his cold eyes. No one dared to speak anymore. Even the thorns just now shut up. The commander of the three armies, the marshal of the First Legion, and the supreme commander of the Navy's branch, no one would dare to question Jing Yi's words unless he wanted to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

The appearance of these four people successfully prevented the men from selling themselves hard. Gallah looked at Duan Moyan in a daze. She was talking to them in a low voice, with a familiar and trustworthy attitude. Gallah felt inexplicably lost, as if a hole had been cut.

——These people will cast their bodies into the wall to protect the girl, and almost all the men present realized this.

The head teacher Ma Luo coughed lightly and stood up: "Everyone, please calm down. Tonight's dinner is a warm-up for tomorrow's purifier ceremony. Please cherish the opportunity and not leave a bad impression on the purifier."

"Then let the Lord of the Clerk choose the first man to dance together."

Facing the burning gazes of more than 30 people, Duan Moyan blinked.
Chapter completed!