Suddenly, Mo Zhuyue opened her eyes, her cold eyes were bright, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the look in her eyes was disdainful, and then, she saw the black circle of light that enveloped her disappear, and she calmly walked out of the fall.

The cold and disdainful eyes, the fluttering temperament of the clothes, the air around her were condensed by her, and she came out of it, so bright, so proud, and her posture seemed to be standing Mount Tai, steady and weighty.

Mo Zhuyue sneered in her heart, what her grandfather and master hoped for most was that she could live a worry-free life, if their death made her decadent, then she would be too disappointing to them.

What's more, it's just an illusion.

It's just to crush her illusions.

Yun Chengcheng saw Mo Zhuyue come out, and his face couldn't hide his surprise: "Are you okay?" ”

Mo Zhuyue waited for him coldly, his peerless elegance was nothing in her eyes.

"It seems that I want you to disappear, it's a bit of trouble."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yun Chengcheng's mouth, and he opened his mouth 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, as if she had fallen into the ground, but the next moment, she was standing on the altar.

Under the altar, there were thousands of black oppressive crowds, as well as the army, the four people led by were four handsome men, one of them was Long Junao, and the figure of Yun Chengcheng, and the other two, one did not know, and the other figure was very vague, as if he had seen it there, but always, he couldn't see his face clearly!

The four men were equally noble, all dressed in bright yellow dresses deepened, and the upper wheat year was embroidered with lifelike dragon shadows, which was the sign of the Son of Heaven.

At this time, she had already put on a bright red makeup, a little cinnabar on her eyebrows, red clothes, peerless brilliance, enough to make any man in the world fall for it.

"Eastern Jin Dynasty." The man who couldn't see clearly.

"West Sea." A mysterious country, a strange and handsome man.

"Nanyue." Long Jun Ao.

"The North Underworld." The clouds fall into the city.

The four of them sang in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Maiden." ”

Mo Zhuyue raised her eyes, her eyes were cold, were these people calling her? What kind of bullshit is she?

Illusion, is it here 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: "Heavenly Holy Maiden, I, Nanyue, am willing to use the country of Nanyue as an appointment to marry the Heavenly Holy Maiden." ”

Long Junao's eyes looked obsessively at the red-clothed Mo Zhuyue, and there was no one in his eyes except for Mo Zhuyue.

The familiar and mysterious man smiled slightly: "Yue'er, don't come unharmed." ”

Mo Zhuyue's body was slightly stunned, this voice seemed to have been heard there, and it seemed to be someone she knew, but according to the current situation, this person should be the lord of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, or the crown prince, does she know the prince of the Eastern Jin Dynasty?

The only one of the four people who didn't know said: "Xihai Kingdom thinks that there is nothing to attract the favor of the Heavenly Holy Maiden, and gives up the idea of marrying the Heavenly Holy Maiden. ”

Mo Zhuyue's eyes were staring at this man, his eyes were scorching, handsome and extraordinary, and his temperament was dusty, he knew that he was a character at a glance, however, he actually took the initiative to ask to give up the Heavenly Saint Maiden, what did he think?