Suddenly, Mo Zhuyue opened her eyes, and the cold eyes were bright, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the eyes were disdainful. Then, she saw the black aperture covering her disappear, and she calmly fell from the fall.
Walked out in the middle.
Her cold and disdainful eyes, her fluttering temperament, her surrounding air was condensed by her, and she walked out of it, so bright and so proud, her figure seemed to stand tall, steady and substantial.
Mo Zhuyue sneered in her heart. What grandfather and master hope most is that she can live a worry-free life. If their death makes her decadent, then she will let them down too much.
What's more, this is just an illusion.
It's just to defeat her hallucination.
When Yun Qingcheng saw Mo Zhuyue coming out, he couldn't hide his surprise on his face: "Are you okay?"
Mo Zhuyue waited for him coldly. His peerless beauty was nothing in her eyes.
"It seems that it's still a little trouble to make you disappear."
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yun Qingcheng's mouth, and he opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
Mo Zhuyue ignored this illusion and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, she stepped on the air and seemed to be trapped in the ground, but the next moment, she actually stood on the altar.
Below the altar, there were thousands of black people, and the army. The four men led were four handsome men, one of whom was Long Junao, and the other two,
One didn't recognize the other, and the other's figure was very blurry. It seemed that he had seen it there, but he could not see his face clearly!
These four men are equally noble, all wearing bright yellow dresses and embroidered with lifelike dragon shadows on Mai Nian, which is the symbol of the emperor.
At this time, she had already put on a bright red makeup, with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, a shimmering red dress, and a peerless glory, which was enough to make any man in the world fall in love with her.
"Eastern Jin." The man who couldn't see clearly.
"Xihai." A mysterious country is a strange and handsome man.
"Nan Yue." Long Junao.
"Beiming." Yun Qingcheng.
The four of them voiced together: "Welcome to the Saint of Heaven."
Mo Zhuyue raised her eyes, her eyes cold. Are these people calling her? What kind of shit is she?
Is the illusion coming again?
Mo Zhuyue's eyes searched the crowd. She was looking for Long Canghao's figure. Why couldn't she find Long Canghao?
Long Junao suddenly said: "Saint Maiden in Heaven, Nanyue is willing to hire the country of Nanyue and marry the Saint Maiden in Heaven."
Long Junao looked at Mo Zhuyue in a red dress with obsessive eyes. He could no longer find anyone except Mo Zhuyue in his eyes.
The familiar and mysterious man smiled slightly: "Yue'er, don't be fine."
Mo Zhuyue's body was slightly stunned. The sound seemed to have heard it there, and it seemed to be someone she knew. But according to the current situation, this person should be the king of the Eastern Jin Dynasty or the prince. She knew the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Prince?
The only one of the four people who didn't know him said: "Xihai Kingdom believes that there is nothing to attract the favor of the Saint of Heaven, so he gave up the idea of marrying the Saint of Heaven."
Mo Zhuyue stared at the man with a bright look, handsome and extraordinary temperament, and you can tell that he was a character at first glance. However, what was his thought that he actually asked to give up the Heavenly Saint Maiden?