Judging from the way these two people are dressed and their aura, it is obvious that they are either rich or noble. Maybe they are not from Miluo Continent, but from the upper realm.
If she could replace Xi Yue's identity, even if she couldn't become successful in the future, at least she wouldn't have to live such a miserable life worse than pigs and dogs.
Thinking of this, Nalan Yurong immediately told Nalan Hexi's birthday.
Rabbit pointed at her dimples and said, "Even the birth time matches. Pig, could it be that she is really the Holy Lord's..."
The round-faced boy named Haizhu asked again, "Where is your mother? Take us to find the woman in the portrait first."
Nalan Yurong suppressed her excitement and pretended to be sad and tearful, saying, "My mother passed away more than 20 years ago. Even my twin brother died when I was just beginning to remember things. Ten years ago, the Nalan family was wiped out. I am a weak and lonely woman who can only survive. An orphan like me can only hurt myself to survive... If, if my mother were still alive, how sad she would be to see me living such a miserable life!"
As she spoke, she looked up at Rabbit and Pig, "Who are you? Why do you have a portrait of my mother?"
Haizhu said bluntly: "Do you know that you may not be Nalan Zhengze's child, and your father is someone else?"
Nalan Yurong's eyes widened in shock, and she trembled as she said, "You? What did you say? Nalan Zhengze is not my father, then who is my father?"
The Pig was about to say something, but saw the Rabbit wave his hand and a stream of spiritual power shot out.
Nalan Yurong soon fainted.
Haizhu looked at Maotu in surprise. Maotu rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Your name is Pig, but your brain is as stupid as a pig? This woman can't possibly be the bloodline of the Holy Lord. What do you think is similar to the Holy Lord?"
Haizhu scratched his head and looked at the unconscious Nalan Yurong with disgust: "That's right, she has a very bad smell, which makes me feel disgusted."
"Moreover, you forgot that the direct bloodline of the Holy Lord must have purple eyes. Moreover, this person's roots are obviously more than 0 years old, which does not match the time of that year. How could he be the Holy Lord's child?"
A trace of murderous intent flashed in Haizhu's eyes, "How dare you pretend to be the child of the Holy Lord? You deserve to be killed!"
Maotu stopped him and was about to speak when a powerful aura of oppression suddenly descended into the room.
Without a second thought, Rabbit and Pig turned around, knelt on one knee and said, "Welcome to the Holy Lord!"
Yun Tianyi appeared in the room silently, his eyes fell on Nalan Yurong, and he said lightly: "Did you find anything today?"
Maotu replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. This woman claimed to be Miss Nalan Hexi of the Nalan family. Moreover, when she saw the portrait, she said that the woman in the portrait was her mother, named... An Lingyue."
Yun Tianyi had been listening with a cold expression, but when he heard the last three words, his brows furrowed slightly.
An Lingyue, this name, he seemed to have heard it somewhere before, but because the memory was too distant, he couldn't remember it for the moment.
Yun Tianyi repeated these three words over and over again in his mouth before he slightly lowered his eyelids to hide the surging emotions in his eyes.
Was the girl that night called An Lingyue
“Holy Lord?” Maotu stood up and pointed at Nalan Yurong, “This person said she is the daughter of An Lingyue…” (To be continued)