The power seemed to come from the sky and shone into her body, making her strong, and the power in her body suddenly reached a certain height, like a full vessel.
The blood is boiling.
Mo Zhuyue fell from the sky, carrying an incomparable halo. The domineering aura of the king and the peerless beauty made everyone who came to Xingxing Valley to watch the arrival of the Saint of Heaven be addicted to it.
The four people in the lead were the people she saw in the Nitian Mountains.
As for which blurry face, Hyundai finally saw it clearly.
Feng Yun.
No, now he should be called the Prince of Eastern Jin, Dongfang Yun.
Dongfang Yun is a person who endured humiliation and was borne by heavy burdens. Mo Zhuyue had known for a long time that he was not an ordinary person, but he did not expect that he was the prince who was exiled to Nanyue in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Everything was understood instantly.
Finally, I understood why Long Junao used so many cities to marry the first princess of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. I am afraid there was a deal with Dongfang Yun!
Mo Zhuyue's figure fell gracefully, and a fiery red robe dragged behind her. Her beautiful posture was about to take away the light of the sun.
Below the altar, there were thousands of black people, four hundred thousand troops, and four handsome men in the head, one of which was Long Junao, and Yun Qingcheng's figure, and the other two,
One did not recognize the figure of the other, and the other had changed from vague to clear, and it was Dongfang Cloud.
These four men are equally noble, all wearing bright yellow dresses with lifelike dragon shadows embroidered on them, which is the symbol of the emperor.
At this time, Mo Zhuyue was wearing bright red makeup, 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." Dongfang Yun.
"Xihai." A mysterious country is a strange and handsome man. It is the same as what she saw in the Nitian Mountains.
"Nan Yue." Long Junao.
"Beiming." Yun Qingcheng.
The four of them voiced together: "Welcome to the Saint of Heaven."
Mo Zhuyue curled a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as what she saw in the Nitian Mountains.
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.
Dongfang Yun smiled slightly: "Yue'er, don't be fine."
At this moment, he had already seized the position of prince of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, held the heavy power, and his forbearance for more than ten years was finally rewarded.
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 he still gave up on her as he saw in his dream.
Yun Qingcheng just looked at Mo Zhuyue obsessedly and said nothing. Then the forbearance and stunning in his eyes could not be concealed.
There is also a clear sadness.
Mo Zhuyue proudly raised her chin and looked at the four prides of heaven: "Are you going to marry me or to marry my identity as a saint?"
The Saint of Destiny won the world. These four people rushed over with thousands of troops. Was it to marry her or to marry the world?