Goddess Reborn: The Three Princesses Against Poison

Their faces were filled with joy, praise, praise, and expectation.

It seems that I have seen the future of their snowy country, hope.

Women's faces are filled with joy and admiration, and men's eyes are somewhat praised and respectful.

This is their high priest, a high priest who brings Pepsi health in the snow.

The Nine-Level Gate has been destroyed, and it is very likely that it will be the last high priest.

The sky is clear and the clouds are light, and the white clouds are formless.

The blue sky is like a curtain, and the prosperous times are beautiful.

On this grand day, in this hot summer, a fire-like passion aroused, burning the sky of the entire snowy kingdom.

The slaves and father-in-laws ran around, almost so busy that they could not touch the ground.

The civil and military officials lined up outside the palace, raising the tablets in their hands one after another, looking up at their high priests, advocating the weather vane of this era.

Because it was the first thousandth rank and because it was the royal family of the Snow Country, Yin was a woman, and the legend he wrote was a classic that he had never seen before.

So, they sighed from the bottom of their hearts and admired from the bottom of their hearts.

The people standing outside the palace watching the fun left the entire street in a mess.

But he took the initiative to leave the middle road, a red carpet, from the palace gate to the Jiuxiao Palace.

Many people sing and dance spontaneously, celebrating the ceremony together, and praising the woman together.

They were dressed in full bloom, more lively than the New Year, crowded on the streets, cheering and celebrating.

Above the hall, Wutian was wearing a golden dragon robe, shining in the light of light, like a guide light of Wuli, she climbed up step by step.

On one hundred and eight steps, the pears fell and walked smoothly, and the lotus grew step by step.

The prince, Wuzheng and others automatically retreated behind her, watching Wu Liluo walk forward and step by step closer to the position that belongs to the sky.

Her expression was condensed, her beautiful eyes were rippling, and she looked at Wu Tiancheng without squinting.

The hands were intertwined on the chest, dignified and gentle, and grand.

Next to Wu Tiancheng was Eunuch Zhu holding the crown that belonged to the high priest. This crown had been rebuilt. It was not the toughness that was suitable for men in the past, but the beauty that belonged to women.

That was designed by Wu Tiancheng himself, in order to wait until this day to bring him pride and the pride of the Snow Country.

It's getting closer.

He saw her slender figure.

It's getting closer.

He saw her handsome face.

That was the third princess, his daughter, who was as noble as him.

Wu Liluo walked to Wu Tiancheng, and came up one hundred and eight steps on the stone steps, calm and gentle, with his eyes down and whispered, "Father."

Wu Tiancheng raised his hand, and Eunuch Zhu knelt in front of Wu Tiancheng and held up the crown of La Liga in his hand.

Wu Tiancheng swayed his sleeves and picked up the crown with his hands.

Widths of golden light bloomed in his palms, and he walked gently to Wu Liluo.

Wu Liluo was still slightly blessed with her body and her head was slightly lowered.

Wu Tiancheng put the crown of honor in his hand on Wu Liluo's head.

Not big or small, just right.

It crossed the clouds near the fragrant bun and fell down, laying the foundation for the glory of the dance pears being deserved.

At that moment, the originally silent venue suddenly sounded a shocking cheer, and there were endless sounds.

Wu Tiancheng raised his hands slightly, Wu Liluo stood up and smiled slightly, making Wu Tiancheng lose his mind, as if he saw Nian Aiyi standing in front of him again, smiling gracefully.