"Young Master You, does your Mo family have anything about this woman?"

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

Pi Rong just shook his head, already shocked and speechless.

Feng Chenglin aimed at Zhou Yan: "How about you?"

"No!"

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

"Don't you notice, is there something wrong with this woman?"

Feng Chenglin's thoughts of going forward instantly disappeared: "What do you mean? Not that this woman... is not dead, is she still alive?"

"Unless there is something special in the crystal coffin, how can you not die?" Ling Luoyu tilted his head and looked at the woman inside: "The crystal coffin is airtight and there is no air. If it weren't for a fairy, suffocate her, and suffocate her! "

The crystal coffin is not Yueyun.

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

"That's still a dead person!" Feng Chenglin relieved his heart, and strode over: "However, if she can die without being rotten, it means that this coffin is also a treasure."

Everyone's eyes were a little wrong: "..."

This is the time, and his attention is still on the coffin! ?

Isn't the woman in it more attractive and storytelling? !

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

The woman is wearing a red dress, but with a phoenix crown on her head. The phoenix crown is mainly decorated with silver, embellished with emeralds. The silver is pure and white, and the emeralds are pierced. Besides, there is no more variegated color. It is obviously the same as the decorative style of Mohist women different.

"Yes, it's not the same!" Yan Ziyue leaned forward, her eyebrows furrowed: "The hair crown she wears is called Yundingshang, which is derived from the auspicious meaning of blue sky and white clouds!"

"On the top of the cloud?" Zhou Yan took a breath: "Is this above the top of the cloud?"

"Yes, it is on the top of the cloud. I once saw such a hair crown on an ancient painting. Although the style is different, the meaning is the same..."

Yan Ziyue is a woman.

Women have a natural focus on hair accessories and makeup.

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

Other people are unfamiliar with Yunding.

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

"No, Patriarch Zhou, your reaction... a bit overwhelming, right?"

"It's just a hair crown, how come you... have seen something amazing?"

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

Complaining, with ridicule.

Zhou Yan sighed and glanced at him with a slightly different look: "The hair crown on the top of the cloud is a crown that can only be worn by the mother of the world, not all women can wear it casually!"

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

"It's not a god, but the status is extraordinary!" Ling Luoyu's eyes faded with a strange color: "Patriarch Zhou, if you were just an ordinary queen of the country, you wouldn't be so horrified...what exactly would she be?"

Zhou Yan looked at Yan Ziyue, as if he couldn't make up his mind and didn't dare to make a judgment lightly.

Yan Ziyue cast his eyes down and uttered two words indifferently: "Protoss!!"