Peerless cute baby wants to turn the sky Ye Chuyue Ye Mohan Chapter 1321 It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son, and the blood is greater than the sky
Chapter 1321 It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son, and the blood is greater than the sky
Chapter 1321: It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son, and the bloodline is as great as the sky
Everyone in Shenxuan, both on and off the battlefield, were dumbfounded.
Only the little souls who followed He Xiongshan to Beijing City in the past few days were dancing and excited, seeming to be cheering for Chu Yue.
As for He Xiongshan, Quan Tao started to feel a headache.
They could almost imagine Yun Xiang's proud face.
The onlookers had different thoughts, but Daxian Jiangchengzi's eyes were filled with tears.
A pair of old, wrinkled hands were trembling with emotion.
He wanted to kneel down for the second time, but was still supported by Chu Yue.
"Jiang Gong's behavior is something that the younger generation cannot bear."
Chu Yue said calmly: "Jiang Gong is a rare great sage in the world. This junior is just a rising star and cannot bear this great gift. If word spreads, wouldn't this junior be criticized by the world's warriors?"
Jiang Chengzi looked at the girl's young face and picturesque eyebrows, and nodded happily: "There are people as talented as women in the mountains and rivers of heaven. I would rather die than die in peace. It's just that the old man was arbitrary and despised the girl.
The old man should reflect on himself for this."
"Senior Mr. Jiang is a mighty man in the world. This continent will always need great sages like Mr. Jiang."
An old man and a young man praised each other non-stop.
Gradually, the expressions of the surrounding warriors became slightly weird.
Ji Cang was stunned when he saw the two of them talking to each other.
The Sixth Elder was so shocked that his jaw seemed to drop.
Ye Mohan's eyes were as deep as the purple stars in the night, full of tenderness and pampering, and a smile just like a glimmer of light emerged.
Mu Fengming noticed a hint of dark color and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
She has always hated the hypocrisy of showing off, so in the Imperial Army she stayed alone except when leading troops in battles.
But just seeing this little guy interacting with others, I found it very interesting, and even his smile was very beautiful.
What Mu Fengming didn't know was that the expression she showed involuntarily could make a big fuss in the eyes of the soldiers.
The bald man among them scratched his head and whispered to his friend in a low voice: "Let me see, our General Mu has probably gone crazy. Let me see, in the future, we and the group of people from the Sanctuary will...
There must be a battle."
The expressions of the soldiers around him were indescribable.
At this time, Jiang Chengzi announced to many warriors: "From now on, the young hero Miss Ye will resume her position as the commander-in-chief, and the war disciples who have abstained from the Northern Territory can continue to participate in the Northern Territory competition. Marquis Yongding, Martial Ancestor,
King of the North, do you have any other ideas?"
Wu Ancestor smiled and said: "It is truly worthy of the title, and I have tens of thousands of people to agree with it."
If the two great sages from Jixia Academy speak out, others will not have any contrary opinions.
The King of the North waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Come here, give the chief executive's throne to chief executive Ye, as well as our Ye Emperor, General Mu and Tai Bo Gong!"
The guards carried the splendid throne. The Northern King stood up and spread his hands, looking at Ye Mohan with a smile: "Ye Emperor, you are the emperor, please sit on top of the little king. This throne is specially for the emperor."
Made to order.”
"No need."
Ye Mohan took Chu Yue's hand and walked towards the position of chief executive.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the green hair on the girl's temples. Her ink robe was blowing in the wind, and a bloody red mist burst out of her body, lingering in the sky and earth.
Thick and shocking blood mist intertwined directly in front of him.
Thousands of threads form a throne like the Demon King's.
If you look carefully, you can see that the Blood Mist Seat is slightly lower than Chu Yue's position as chief commander.
Everyone quickly caught this tiny detail.
After all, in Lingtian Continent, the hierarchy is very strict, and it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son.
In an era when there was a distinction between superiority and inferiority, the most important thing for men from powerful families was power and status.
The position and height of this seat are very particular.
All warriors in the world want to be superior to others, who wants to be inferior to others?
In particular, the concept that men are superior to women is deeply ingrained in the minds of most warriors, and most of them even look down on their own wives.
Ye Mohan is an emperor and the master of a domain, but he is willing to lower his status in front of others, which has made some young female warriors envious.
Ye Xun'er gritted her teeth and looked deeply at Ye Mohan.
Suddenly I thought of my fiancé Zhou Yu, who was as dead as a dead person. There was no news for so long, and I felt even more unbalanced.
"Low-class people from low-class areas can only rely on men."
Ye Xun'er lowered her voice and muttered to herself, begging for some psychological comfort: "If you were born into a noble family, you wouldn't be limited to this."
Chen Qinghe and others were marveling at Ye Mohan's attitude. When they heard Ye Xun'er's words, they remembered that Ye Xun'er was the daughter of Mu Mansion in Beizhou.