"Your Young Master, does your Mo family have anything to do about this woman?"

"No!" Mo You flatly denied: "Pi Rong, have you heard about the crystal coffin and the woman in red?"

Pi Rong just shook his head, shocked and speechless.

Feng Chenglin aimed at Zhou Yan: "Where are you?"

"No!"

Zhou Yan looked at the woman's body carefully and frowned.

"You didn't realize that this woman was wrong?"

Feng Chenglin's thought of going forward instantly disappeared: "What do you mean? Isn't it that this woman... is not dead, still alive?"

"Unless there is something special in the crystal coffin, how can it not die?" Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at the woman inside: "The crystal coffin is sealed and has no air. If it weren't for a god, I would have suffocated her to death!"

The crystal coffin is not Yueyun.

It's not a treasure that can keep a living person sleeping for tens of millions of years.

"That's still a dead person!" Feng Chenglin calmed down and walked over with big strides: "However, being able to make her die without being corrupt or dead means that this coffin is also a treasure."

Everyone looked at it with something wrong: "..."

It's time for him to pay attention to it, and he is still on the coffin!?

Aren’t the women inside more attractive and story-making?!

Ling Luoyu glanced at the woman and looked at Zhou Yan again: "What you want to say is this woman's hairstyle and service, right?"

The woman was wearing a red dress, but she wore a phoenix crown on her head. The phoenix crown was mainly decorated with silver and was decorated with jade. The silver was white and the jade was transparent. Apart from this, there was no trace of variegation. It was obviously completely different from the decorative style of the Mohist women.

"Yes, it's different!" Yan Ziyue leaned forward and frowned: "The hair crown she wore was named above the Clouds, taken from the auspicious meaning of the blue sky and white clouds!"

"Above the Cloud Top?" Zhou Yan took a breath: "Is this above the Cloud Top Top?"

"Yes, it's above the clouds. I once saw such a hairpin on an ancient painting. Although the styles are different, the meaning is the same..."

Yan Ziyue is a woman.

Women have natural attention in their hair accessories and makeup.

However, Zhou Yan's expression was very wrong: "How is it possible? How could she... the hair crown above the cloud peak appear here, and it is still in... the sacrificial hall of the Mo family?"

Others are unfamiliar with the clouds.

Seeing that Zhou Yan's expression was wrong, he was a little confused.

"No, Master Zhou, your reaction is a bit over?"

"Just a hairpin, why do you feel like... have seen something amazing?"

"This hair crown can't be worn by a god in the sky, right?"

“…”

Complaints, with joking.

Zhou Yan sighed and glanced at him with a slightly strange look: "The hair crown above the cloud peak is a crown that only the mother of the world can wear, and not any woman can wear it at will!"

"Ah?" Feng Chenglin was stunned, and looked at the woman in red, with a little awe: "She is really a god?"

"The gods are not, but their status is extraordinary!" Ling Luoyu's eyes faded into a strange look: "Head Zhou, if he was just an ordinary mother and queen, you wouldn't be so shocked... What is her identity?"

Zhou Yan looked at Yan Ziyue, as if he was a little confused and did not dare to assert easily.

Yan Ziyue lowered her eyes and said two words indifferently: "The Gods!!"

“……”
Chapter completed!