Princess Against the World

"Young Master You, do you, the Mo family, have anything to do with this woman?"

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

Pi Rong just shook his head, too shocked to speak.

Feng Chenglin glanced at Zhou Yan: "What about you?"

"No!"

Zhou Yan took a careful look at the woman's body and frowned.

"Don't you realize that there is something wrong with this woman?"

Feng Chenglin's original intention of stepping forward disappeared in an instant: "What do you mean? You don't mean that this woman... is not dead, is she still alive?"

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

The crystal coffin is not Yueyun.

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

"That's still a dead person!" Feng Chenglin felt relieved and strode over: "However, the fact that she can die without rotting or stiffening means that this coffin is also a treasure."

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

Even now, his concern and attention are still on the coffin! ?

Aren’t the women in it more attractive and more telling? !

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

The woman is dressed in red, with a phoenix crown on her head. The phoenix crown is mainly decorated with silver and dotted with emeralds. The silver is pure white and the emeralds are clear. Apart from that, there is no trace of color. Obviously, it is completely consistent with the decorative style of Mohist women. different.

"Yes, it's different!" Yan Ziyue stepped forward and frowned: "The hair crown she is wearing is called Above the Clouds, which is taken from the auspicious meaning of the blue sky and white clouds!"

"Above the top of the clouds?" Zhou Yan took a breath: "Is this above the top of the clouds?"

"Yes, it's above the clouds. I once saw such a hair crown in an ancient painting. Although the style is different, the meaning is the same..."

Yan Ziyue is a woman.

Women have a natural interest in hair accessories and makeup.

However, Zhou Yan's expression was very wrong: "How is it possible? How could her... hair crown above the clouds appear here, and also... in the Mo family's sacrificial hall?"

Everyone else is unfamiliar with Above the Clouds.

Seeing that Zhou Yan looked wrong, they were all a little confused.

"No, Master Zhou, your reaction...is a bit too much?"

"It's just a hair crown. How come you seem to have...seen something extraordinary?"

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

"..."

Complaining, with ridicule.

Zhou Yan sighed and looked at him with a strange look: "The hair crown above the clouds is a crown that can only be worn by the mother of the world. Not just any woman can wear it casually!"

"Ah?" Feng Chenglin was startled and looked at the woman in red with more awe: "Is she really a god?"

"She is not a god, but her status is extraordinary!" Ling Luoyu's eyes faded with a strange color: "Master Zhou, if you were just an ordinary mother and queen, you wouldn't be so frightened... What is her identity?"

Zhou Yan looked at Yan Ziyue, as if he was a little undecided and did not dare to make an assertion easily.

Yan Ziyue lowered her eyes and spat out two words calmly: "God Clan!!"

"..."