In the main building of the Miao nationality, there are two figures standing in the corridor on the second floor.
This location happened to be able to have a panoramic view of everything in the square.
Standing slightly in front is a woman in simple Miao costumes. She has a delicate face and is very gentle. There are some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She is about thirty years old.
The woman's gaze followed Miao Yiyi closely until Miao Yiyi's figure disappeared around the corner, and then she took it back.
The woman's delicate eyebrows frowned: "Miss Miao has really changed a lot..."
Behind the woman is an old man in a white robe, with white eyebrows, white hair and white beard. He is chubby and looks very kind.
The old man touched his gray beard: "This is the little girl named Ye Qingluo, who changed Miss Miao."
He paused, his white eyebrows arched, and he was full of a smile: "Miss Miao can grow up, which is a good thing for the Miao people."
The woman was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly.
Immediately, his eyes fixed on that beautiful girl who was extremely eye-catching.
After a long while, the red lips moved slightly, and said softly: "Let's go, the selection of the saintess is about to start, we should also go to meet... This woman who can change Miss Miao, let's see how magical she is."
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Hmong Square.
Ye Qingluo watched Miao Yiyi leave.
Then he took small steps and returned to Di Moxuan's side.
As soon as he got close, he felt that there was a kind of frost-like cold air flowing in the air.
Ye Qing paused, and looked at Di Moxuan who was still sitting in the original position.
The half mask she made by herself concealed the emotions on his face.
However, Ye Qingluo keenly felt the chill emanating from Di Moxuan's body.
He... is in a bad mood
And who messed with this big Buddha
Ye Qingluo looked suspiciously at the people beside Di Moxuan.
Those few people who were still clinging to her sitting together before she left the seat, all obediently moved away and moved aside at this time.
Left and right, there was at least three seats left.
Lord Emperor Zun was left alone, sitting on the cushion with his knees bent, showing his elegance.
Tao Zi and Qiao Jin, who met Ye Qingluo's puzzled gaze, spread their hands and shrugged their shoulders in confusion.
Just when Ye Qingluo and Taozi's eyes met, they were sending a message.
Suddenly, the man's cold and deep voice came to his ears: "What are you still standing there for?"
Ye Qingluo trembled in fright at the sound.
Her five fingers curled up unconsciously.
Just now, in front of Miao Yiyi, what kind of domineering, lazy and enchanting, all disappeared when facing the current Emperor Moxuan.
She smiled dryly, moved her steps, returned to Di Moxuan and sat down.
Without waiting for Di Moxuan to speak.
She had already spontaneously put her head into Di Moxuan's arms.
The arrogance of the man was very cold.
But his arms were still very warm.
"What? You know you're wrong, so you came to please me?" The man lowered his eyes and asked with a sneer.
Ye Qingluo arched her head, and the man's sandalwood scent lingered in her nose.
She stretched out her arms and hugged his waist. In his arms, she raised her little head and smiled like a successful cat: "Wrong? Please? It's me who made Lord Regal unhappy." Yeah."
Di Moxuan's pupils shrank slightly.
For some reason, when I saw the girl's satisfied smile.
There was a long-lost warmth in his heart.
Instantly filled, his heart.