Judging by the attire and aura of the two people, it is obvious that they are either rich or noble. Maybe they are not from the Miluo Continent, but from the upper realm.
If she can take Xi Yue's place, even if she can't make a fortune in the future, at least she won't have to live a miserable life like a pig or a dog.
Thinking of this, Nalan Yurong immediately told Nalan Hexi's birthday.
Mao Tu cutely pointed at his little dimple and said: "Even the time of birth coincides, Haizhu, is she really the saint's..."
The round-faced boy called Haizhu asked again: "What about your mother? First take us to find the woman in the portrait."
Nalan Yurong suppressed the excitement in her heart, and said in a sad and tearful manner: "My mother passed away more than 20 years ago. Even my twin brother died when I just remembered .Ten years ago, even the Nalan family was wiped out. I am a lonely and weak woman, I can only survive. An orphan like me, in order to survive, I can only keep hurting myself... If, if my mother If you are still alive, how sad you must be to see me live in such a miserable state!"
As she said that, she looked up at Maotu and Haizhu, "Who are you guys? Why is there a portrait of my mother?"
Hai Zhuxin said bluntly: "You know, you may not be Nalan Zhengze's child, does your father have someone else?"
Nalan Yurong's eyes widened in shock, and he said in a trembling voice, "You? What are you talking about? Nalan Zhengze is not my father, so who is my father?"
Haizhu was about to say something, but Maotu waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual power shot out.
Nalan Yurong quickly passed out.
Haizhu looked at Maotu in surprise, Maotu gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "You are called a pig, and your brain is as stupid as a pig? There is no way this woman is the blood of the Holy Lord. Look at her How is it similar to the image of the holy statue?"
Haizhu scratched his head, looked at the unconscious Nalan Yurong with disgust on his face, and said, "That's right, she has a very bad smell, which makes me feel very disgusted."
"What's more, you forgot that the eyes of the Holy Lord's direct bloodline must be purple. Moreover, this person's bones have been more than 30 years old, and it doesn't match the time of the year. How could he be the holy man? honorable child?"
There was a trace of murder in Hai Zhu's eyes, "You dare to pretend to be the child of the Holy One, you should be killed!"
But Maotu stopped him, and was about to speak, when suddenly a powerful aura of coercion descended in the room.
Mao Tu and Hai Zhu didn't even think about it, they turned their heads and knelt on one knee and said, "Welcome to the Holy One!"
Yun Tianyi appeared in the room silently, his eyes fell on Nalan Yurong, and he said calmly, "Did you find anything today?"
Mao Tu replied: "Yes, Holy Master. This woman claimed to be Nalan Hexi, the daughter of the Nalan family, and when she saw this portrait, she said that the woman in the portrait was her mother, and her name was... An Lingyue .”
Yun Tianyi had been listening with a cold expression, but when he heard the last three words, he frowned slightly.
An Lingyue, where did he seem to have heard of this name? But because the memory is too far away, I can't remember it for a while.
Yun Tianyi recited these three words back and forth several times before slightly lowering his eyelids to cover the turbulent emotions in his eyes.
Was the girl that night originally called An Lingyue
"Holy One?" Maotu stood up and pointed at Nalan Yurong, "This person said she is An Lingyue's daughter..."