The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 120 A big gift, small character Manzhu
Ruthless Palace

main hall front hall

At the top sits His Highness the King of Hell of the Ghost Clan.At this moment, he was drinking the spiritual tea in his hand, as if the guests next to him didn't exist.

Sitting on the side of the head was the domineering and solemn Lord of the Demon Clan, who was stunned.

Passing by him in turn were the Demon Clan's High Priest Mo Han, the Demon Clan's Protector Zhu Jinsu, and the Demon Clan's General Mo Tan.

Sitting across from him were the ancestors of the demon clan who had just come out of the phantom and were rejuvenated, and the little prince of the demon clan, Mo Zhong.

Sitting next to him are General Heichang, General Bai Chang and Lord Suqin from the ghost tribe.

And the first person to speak was...

"The Demon King must have come a long way, and he must be tired from the journey," Onibu Maoding smiled, picking up the tea jar and pouring it for them one by one.

"This is the latest spiritual tea picked by our ghost clan. Demon Lord and you adults can try it."

"Thank you," Mo Zheng picked up the tea cup, let him fill it with spiritual tea, and then put it down.

"You're welcome, Lord Demon Lord."

Maoding hugged the tea jar again and continued to walk forward.

"Thank you." The people behind thanked him one by one.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Maoding smiled and poured the tea, then quietly stepped aside. Looking at such a quiet and strange hall, the smile froze on his face.

Are these adults going to say anything?He was still thinking of visiting His Highness.

Mo Han, who was still on the side, smiled and said, "Oh, now that the original senior, the young highness and the young prince have successfully escaped from the phantom, everyone is really happy!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly touched the hand of the person next to him, "Is that so, protector Zhu?"

After Zhu Jinsu received his message, he immediately nodded and said solemnly: "Isn't it right?"

"When I saw that His Highness and the Prince had gone into the phantom, His Highness the King of Hell and General Heichang were not there at the time. I was afraid that they would be injured, so I hurried back to the Demon Clan to report to our Lord."

"No, as soon as our lord, the Lord, heard the news, he rushed over immediately. Fortunately, the senior, the young highness and the young prince did not have any trouble, otherwise it would be difficult for me to explain, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, yes, that's right, that's right," Mo Han smiled and cooperated with his performance. Then he seemed to have thought of something and stood up quickly.

With a wave of his hand, a bunch of high-quality supplements, excellent medicinal flowers, elixirs, etc. appeared out of thin air.

"This is a small thank you gift from our demon clan. It is not a sign of respect. I hope His Highness the King of Hell can accept it."

Yan Yi lowered his head, not interested in these things, and said, "No need, just take them back."

Mo Han hurriedly said: "Of course I know that there is no shortage of these rare things in your Highness's Palace of Hell, but after all, this is a little bit of my ghost clan's wishes. I hope your Highness can accept it, otherwise I will feel guilty. Peace."

"Your Highness," Mo Tan raised his eyes and looked over, then continued Mo Han's words: "Please accept it."

Yan Yi raised his head with a cold expression, and just as he was about to reject them coldly, he saw Suqin speaking from the side.

"General Demon Tan, you're welcome. Our ghost clan, Hell, has no shortage of these rare and rare items. However, the Lord of the Demon clan came here in person and brought these things with him to give to our ghost clan. We should be grateful. "

Mo Han stood up excitedly, nodded and said, "Yes, it's the truth, it's the truth, that's right."

Zhu Jinsu agreed, "Master Suqin is right. Your Highness, please accept it."

The little prince Mo Zhong followed, "Yes, Your Highness, my father has come all the way here, just accept it!"

The group of people began to persuade each other, but suddenly they heard an unharmonious voice coming out.

"It's not for you ghosts, it's for the little Highness who entered the phantom."

Several people:"……"

Yan Yi looked at him with cold eyes, "No matter who you give it to, our ghost tribe doesn't need it."

"The person you want has been rescued, so please leave here."

"The ghost tribe does not welcome foreigners."

Several people: "..." Well, it's better now. Not only are the demons not welcome, but also the other four races except the ghosts are not welcome.

Mo Zheng stood up, turned to look at him, and said, "I can take them out of here, but I also want to meet the rumored young highness."

After all, thanks to her help, the demon clan members were able to come out safely.

He, Mo Zuo, has always had a clear distinction between grievances and grudges. Regardless of whether he is an enemy or a friend, in this matter, it is the demon clan that owes this kid.

Because of the injury to Lao Yi's soul, she got help from this kid. Now because of the ghost incident, she helped them again.

Therefore, both publicly and privately, he wanted to meet the only young highness in the ghost clan.

Yan Yi sneered coldly and stood up, "Yuan'er is lying on the bed to recuperate, so it is inconvenient to see guests."

"Can't you just take a look?"

"no!"

Mo Zheng nodded, knowing that his father was venting his anger on him, and he could understand.

"Then let's do it next time," he said.Anyway, there will be a day to meet.

Yan Yi raised his feet indifferently, crossed the table and left, "Maoding, see you off."

Maoding quickly bowed and saluted, "Ghost servant, I obey."

Mo Zheng turned to look at his back, and suddenly shouted: "Your Highness's name is Miaoyuan, there should be no small letters, right?"

Yan Yi's steps suddenly stopped, and his face turned gloomy, as if he wanted to kill someone.

Suqin instantly pinched her sleeves and her heart tightened.

Mo Zheng said: "I don't know who your Highness is going to reserve the name for, but I dare to leave this word. I hope that if Your Highness likes it, you can adopt it."

"No!" Yan Yi refused neatly, even a little coldly.

"Manzhu, how are you?"

Hei Chang and Bai Chang stood up abruptly and looked at him in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Suqin bit her lower lip tightly, with endless hatred and disgust in her lowered eyes.

Manzhu Shahua is the incarnation of Miaoyuan's mother, Man Wuyao. It is also the most enchanting and charming ghost flower that can be seen everywhere in their ghost tribe.

What is Mo Zuo trying to do by naming their little highness "Manzhu" as a small Chinese character?

Yan Yi suddenly turned around, his empty eyes seemed to be stained with boundless frost and darkness at this moment, and said coldly: "Do you want to die?"

"Wow," these words frightened several unknown demon clan members, and they all stood up.

Mo Han and Zhu Jinsu looked at each other inexplicably and puzzled, what's going on?Why do you have to fight even if you use a small word?

Mo Zuo shook his head gently, "Don't get me wrong, I have no other ill intentions."

He used some magic power from his own space to take out a Manzhu Shahua out of thin air and handed it to him.

"Consider this a small gift from me. I hope she will like it."

When Yan Yi saw the manzhushahua plant handed to him, his hands under his sleeves were trembling violently.

This……

It is the breath of Wuyao.

"Whether His Highness the King of Hell likes this small character or not, I still hope that His Highness will tell her that "Manzhu" was named by me."

Yan Yi quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed Manzhu Shahua in his hand, turned around and left.

Leaving a stunned crowd.

(End of this chapter)