Chapter 1777 Impersonation

Looking at the clothes of these two people, as well as the momentum around them, it is obvious that they are either rich or expensive. Maybe they are not from the Miluo Continent, but from the upper realm.

If she can replace Xi Yue's identity, even if she can't rise to the top in the future, at least she won't have to live in such a hard life as pigs and dogs.

Thinking of this, Nalan Yurong immediately said Nalan Hexi's birthday.

Maotu's fingers cutely lit her little pear vortex and said, "It even matches the birth time, Hai Zhu, is she really the Holy Venerable..."

The round-faced boy called Hai Pig asked again, "What about your mother? First take us to the woman in the portrait."

Nalan Yurong suppressed the excitement in her heart and said with sadness and tears: "My mother passed away more than 20 years ago. Even my twin brother died when I was just remembering. Ten years ago, even the Nalan family was exterminated. I am a lonely and weak woman who can only survive. An orphan like me, in order to survive, can only keep hurting herself... If, if my My mother is still alive, how sad to see me living such a miserable life!"

As she said that, she also raised her head to look at Maotu and Haizhu, "Who the hell are you? Why is there a portrait of my mother?"

Hai Zhu said bluntly: "You know, you may not be Nalan Zhengze's child. Is your father someone else?"

Nalan Yurong widened her eyes in shock and said in a trembling voice, "You? What did you say? Nalan Zhengze is not my father, so who is my father?"

Hai Zhu was about to say something, but saw Maotu wave his hand, and a burst of spiritual power shot out.

Nalan Yurong quickly fainted.

Haizhu looked at Maotu in surprise, Maotu gave him a white look, and said angrily: "You are a pig, and even your brain is as stupid as a pig? This woman can't be the bloodline of the Holy Venerable at all, look at her. Is there anything to do with the statue?"

Hai Zhu scratched his head, looked at the unconscious Nalan Yurong and said with disgust: "That's right, she has a very bad smell on her body, which makes me feel so disgusted."

"What's more, you forgot that the eyes of the Holy Venerable's direct bloodline must be purple. Moreover, this person's roots are more than 30 years old, and it doesn't match the time of the year, how could he be a saint? Dear child?"

There was a murderous look in Hai Zhu's eyes, "You dare to pretend to be a child of the Holy Venerable, you should be killed!"

However, Maotu stopped him and was about to speak when a powerful aura of coercion suddenly descended in the room.

Maotu and Haizhu didn't even think about it, they turned around and knelt down on one knee: "Congratulations to the Holy Venerable!"

Yun Tianyi appeared in the room silently, his eyes fell on Nalan Yurong, and he said lightly, "Have you found out today?"

Maotu replied: "Yes, Holy Venerable. This woman claimed to be the young lady of the Nalan family, Nalan Hexi, and when she saw this portrait, she said that the woman in the portrait was her mother, called... An Ling moon."

Yun Tianyi had been listening with a cold expression, but when he heard the last three words, his brows were slightly wrinkled.

An Lingyue, where did he seem to have heard 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 in his mouth several times before he lowered his eyelids slightly, covering the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

Was the girl that night originally called An Lingyue?

"Holy Venerable?" Maotu stood up and pointed at Nalan Yurong, "This person said she was An Lingyue's daughter..."