Not far away there was a sound of tearing and killing, all the officials knelt down, the whole hall only she was standing, looking at him from a distance, he was as beautiful as a fairy in front of him, and I don't know if it was an illusion, I always felt that the warm eyes like jade, at this time there was no emotion at all, looking at it from a distance, obviously looking at it, but the eyes were so far away, as if through her body, looking in the unknown direction.

He was suffocatingly beautiful, but at this moment, there was no trace of human business, like a white jade statue, only his impeccable face remained.

Is it a delusion? How is this possible, Nangong Moyun is flesh and blood, which proves that he is still a person, but the feeling just now made her so vain.

Is he a man, a god, or a ...... "Rouer ......"

The voice of the void came from all directions, and he in front of him gradually became transparent, Ling Yurou was shocked, and before she could come back to her senses, a white light appeared, and the surroundings were snow-white.

The flowing auspicious clouds, the spotless white snow lotus floats quietly on the water waves, the water color is clear and clear, and the air seems to be floating with the sound of Sanskrit, Penglai Wonderland, the place of immortals.

The white robe is lightly floating, the clouds like ink are windless and automatic, a god is resting on the water, there are thousands of rui qi on his body, lotus flowers swim around him, exuding white brilliance, the glow and white brilliance are intertwined, the fragrance that penetrates people's hearts and lungs is scattered everywhere, and the brilliance gradually floats, with some mist slowly rising.

All around, there was a fog, although it was hazy, the face of the god could be seen from the mist, at this moment, Ling Yurou forgot to breathe!

This face, as if the sky and the earth have been opened, inch by inch, every minute, so soft and natural but perfect to make people scream and shock, that day, that place, in front of this face but it seems to have lost face, the moment of the face, only this face in the eyes, the worldly things are like light dust!

This face can no longer be described by beauty, it has exceeded the scope of all beauty can be described, a simple glance can make people cross the catastrophe of flying immortals!

He didn't open his eyes, he didn't open his eyes, but he looked like this, if those eyes were opened, what face would this universe have!

Who is he? Who is it? She couldn't remember, but the feeling was very familiar, very familiar, familiar like the lover who stayed with her day and night, very familiar, but very strange...... She couldn't remember...... Suddenly, a strange feeling came, the sky in the distance was dark again, and quickly spread to this side, that day, that place, that water, all turned black in an instant, and the whole world was swallowed up by darkness, Ling Yurou panicked in her heart.

"To protect him, you must protect him!"

The soft and beautiful voice sounded in his ears, and the darkness hit like lightning, and the lotus flowers around him suddenly floated from the water and gathered in front of the gods, and the white brilliance increased, dazzling and abnormal.

"Even if you fight for 10,000 years of divine power, you must protect your dignity and ascend safely!"

At that moment, the white light collided with the darkness, and the sky collapsed...... When she opened her eyes suddenly, she was drenched in cold sweat, her hands were on her chest, her heart hurt so much!

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The worship voice of the hundred officials sounded again in the main hall, whirling and shaking, and he was sitting on the dragon chair, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were looking at her, full of tenderness.

Ling Yurou was stunned, no, he obviously felt strange just now, he obviously didn't have a trace of expression just now, what was that realm like, how could it be in a blink of an eye, it was different!

"Rou'er, come to me." Nangong Moyun spoke slowly, with supreme dignity and majesty, and every word hit the depths of her heart, stirring up a thousand waves.

She was supposed to pass, but at this moment, her footsteps were firmly nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move forward for half a minute, and her heart was full of fear, as if she took a step forward and looked at him, which was a great sin!

Can't pass, can't pass!

Breathing gradually increased, Ling Yurou gasped, shook her head vigorously, and her steps actually retreated.

Sensing that she was wrong, Nangong Moyun was shocked, her slender figure suddenly flew out of the dragon chair, and instantly arrived in front of Ling Yurou, stretched out her long hand, gently grabbed her waist, and hugged her back to the dragon chair.

The fragrance was lingering, Yan Jue was light and dusty, there was no trace, Baiguan was dumbfounded, he was obviously moved, but at that moment it was like an illusion, if it weren't for a woman sitting next to Nangong Moyun, everyone would definitely be very suspicious of what their eyes saw.

Ling Yurou wanted to retreat, but she couldn't move at all, the hand on her waist was obviously very gentle, but it was so strong that she didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"Rou'er, stay by my side obediently." Nangong Moyun's thin lips opened slightly, indifferent but domineering, his warm eyes were deep, and then he said to Baiguan: "Take Du Longheng down and go to the prison with Mo Wan'er." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The guards replied and surrounded Du Longheng, this former emperor's martial arts were extraordinary, and it was not a joke if he resisted.

At this moment, Du Longheng hugged Mo Wan'er tightly, muttering something in his mouth, his eyes were scattered, his face was dead, and his spirit was completely broken.

When the guards stepped forward, Du Long Hengda was shocked, hugged the person in his arms, and shouted with all his might, not letting others pull away from him and Mo Wan'er, and in the end, everyone was helpless, so they had to coax him down.

In Du Longheng's eyes, there was only Mo Wan'er, as soon as Mo Wan'er died, the spiritual pillar collapsed instantly, and the whole world was just a dark place for him, he was crazy, he no longer remembered the past, he didn't remember the self who destroyed the Nangong clan, and he didn't remember the invincible self.

Looking at Du Longheng, who was also crazy and crazy, Ling Yurou sighed endlessly in her heart, if she had known that ten years of waiting in exchange for such a tragic ending, if she turned back time, would Du Longheng still fight with Ling Haotian for Mo Wan'er.

"Your Majesty, is that Mo Wan'er Ayu?"

A strange look flashed in Nangong Moyun's eyes: "Is it good to call me Moyun?" ”

Ling Yurou pursed her lips, but finally didn't call out: "Didn't you say that the rabbit escaped, that person, is it the real Mo Wan'er or Ayu?" ”

"Whether it's Ayu or Mo Wan'er, my goal has been achieved, as long as Rou'er is patient, she will be able to know the truth of the matter."

The sound of fighting outside the door gradually weakened, and everyone was worried, this battle, I don't know who wins and who loses.

The Imperial City Forbidden Army is 200,000, and Du Junheng's military horses are only 50,000, it stands to reason that Du Junheng is not the opponent of the Imperial City Forbidden Army, but Du Junheng's martial arts are world-famous, and the soldiers and horses brought by him must be the elite of the elite, and with 50,000 against 200,000, he will not necessarily lose.

After a while, the sound of the fight stopped, and suddenly, the sound of uniform footsteps sounded in front of the main hall, coming from far and near, towards the Zhengde Palace!