Chapter 811: The One Who Can't Get It

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This time is not quite the same as the last time, there are not too many guards at the door of the prophecy family, and it is more casual as welcoming Peng Yi to himself.

"Night girl, it's here", not knowing that Ye Lanlan had already seen everything outside, the man still reminded him very respectfully, and his tone was a little more awe than the last time.

Also, the Holy Monarch personally named the person he wanted to see, in this immortal realm, I'm afraid no one has this honor.

The night in the carriage turned bright, got up, and the solemn look on his face changed to careless, whether it was Longtan or the tiger's den this time, she had to break through, she wanted to see, this holy monarch wanted to see her.

Isn't Helian Moyu what he said? Or is it because she cheated those individuals at the beginning, and they found out about her entanglement with the Ye family, so they found out something.

"Night Maiden, this way", the man carefully reminded, from the path of the prophecy world, straight towards the palace of the Holy Monarch, where he lived could be called a palace.

The winding road, I originally thought that there would be guards everywhere, but there were only a few guards standing guard, what kind of medicine was sold in this Holy Monarch's gourd? Or is he quite confident in his own strength.

I didn't understand, and I didn't want to be curious, so I continued to walk forward, and after walking for about fifteen minutes, I arrived at a relatively large and quiet courtyard in terms of both costume and scope.

"It's the Night Maiden, the Holy Monarch is inside, you come with me", someone came over from a distance, leading the night to the river.

Slightly confused, she followed with her head bowed.

Passing through a rockery, I saw a man standing in the courtyard with his back to her, wearing a gilt golden brocade cannon, half of his long hair was raised with a crown, and the rest was scattered behind his head.

Just looking at the background, there was a majesty in it that could not be ignored, needless to say, she also knew who this person was, it must be the Holy Monarch.

By the time she was stunned, she had already noticed that the man who had brought her in had turned and left the place.

The other party didn't speak, and she didn't speak, in fact, she used this time to look at the other party.

Suddenly, the man turned around slowly, and his awe-inspiring eyes looked at the night with a breathtaking breath, but suddenly they softened, and his eyes were full of surprise, surprise, and he had a strong memory and longing.

He wasn't looking at himself, it was the idea of the moment when the night was falling, and the other party seemed to be looking at someone through himself.

"Ahem......", look at it, there's still an end.

This cough pulled the Holy Monarch's thoughts back, and he glanced at Ye Dumpling, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his eyes, no matter how similar the appearance of a person is, it is not that person after all.

"You're the Holy Monarch?" This time, Ye Qilan was the first to open his mouth without waiting for him to speak.

The Holy Monarch raised his eyebrows slightly, "What, it doesn't look like it?" He walked slowly towards the gazebo next to Nightfall.

"It's not, it's just that I didn't expect the world-famous saint monarch to have such eyes, it's a little unbelievable?" , the night poured a light smile, and the corners of his lips curled up with a beautiful arc.

The Holy Monarch's footsteps paused, looked sideways at Ye Qilan, who was standing on the bridge next to the pavilion at the moment, and slowly spoke, "Your appearance reminds me of a person. ”

For a moment, Ye Lanlan's heart chuckled, her appearance may have inherited her father or mother, and the eyes of the Holy Monarch just now were clearly longing for a person, a man longing for a person, and most of them were women.

Is he really connected to the original tragedy of the Ye family? The heart was shocked, but the face of the night was silent, still plain as usual.

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