The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 183 I just want you to be happy and the makeup is gone
Outside the temple
Cao Fu was impatient and asked, "Where is your highness?"

Lu Qing walked out, closed the palace door, and said, "I will go with you to the front hall to meet His Highness the King of Hell. There is still half an hour before the ceremony. Let her stay in the hall to adjust."

When Cao Fu heard this, she quickly followed him and left, "But something happened to our little highness?"

"It's okay, it's just suffering that everyone knows."

"What's the pain?"

"You don't understand, you can't feel it..."

Cao Fu followed him with a confused look on her face. What kind of suffering could she not feel?
At this time, inside the palace
Han Mo saw that she was crying so sadly that he really didn't know how to comfort her. He just said: "My injury is really nothing. You don't need to take it to heart. It will be fine in a few days. Today is your birthday. You should be happy."

"I'm not happy! Not happy at all! How can I be happy when you are like this?" Miaoyuan wiped her tears with her sleeves, and by the way, she stained the precious brocade pearl gauze skirt.

I don’t know when a few of the pure and bright pearls on my forehead ran away, and my pure and beautiful eyes were also wiped rosy and red. Without the pink and noble expression of the little highness just now, it looked like He looks like a pitiful little devil.

"I'm really fine..." Han Mo was still proving to her that he was fine, but he was bombarded by Xiaotuanzi's firecrackers.

"You can't even stand up now, and you still say you're fine?! You sent us out just to set up this formation so that I can improve my cultivation in the future, right?"

"I..." Han Mo looked down at her in a panic.

Miaoyuan slowly let go of her hands holding him, with tears in her eyes, looked at him closely, and asked: "Then have you ever asked me if I want it?"

"Manzhu..."

"If I want to be promoted based on your cultivation skills, I would rather my spiritual power remain so low and never be promoted!"

"Manzhu!" Han Mo was so frightened that he took her into his arms again, held her tightly, and said tremblingly: "What are you...what are you talking about?"

"How could you not be promoted? His Highness the King of Hell hopes that you will become an adult, and even more, he hopes that you will achieve something."

"I know I'm being reckless, but I just want your best."

"Then I also hope you are well..." Miaoyuan buried herself in his arms again and cried loudly, her voice became hoarse from crying, and even the few beautiful beads left on her forehead were rubbed away in his arms. .

A few of them fell into his arms, passed directly through the overlapping collar, entered the chest, touched the skin, and hit the soul directly.

He wished her well, so why didn't she wish him well?

But now, just for her, he actually used his own cultivation techniques to pave the way for her.This wasn't the birthday gift she wanted, no.

Han Mo wiped her tears distressedly and comforted her over and over again: "I'm really fine. Really, I'll be fine in a few days."

"Who would believe...believe you?" Miaoyuan choked while hiding in his chest and scolding him.

"If I had known this was the case, I would never! I wouldn't put you alone in my palace bedroom!"

"You're a liar. A liar. A nuisance. A fool."

When Han Mo heard the last word, he raised his eyebrows and wanted to laugh, "You, are you new to this?"

I've never heard her scold me before.

"Do you care?" Miaoyuan snorted and pushed him away unhappily.

This was a new curse word she learned in the human race. She learned it when she heard the thirteenth princess scold those who flattered her.

She remembered it clearly, because she also wanted to scold those people.

Miaoyuan wiped her little face, wiped away tears, and when a bead hit her face, her expression suddenly froze.this…

Isn't it the bead on her forehead? ! !
"What's wrong?" Seeing that she was suddenly stunned, Han Mo asked her in confusion.

After being stunned for a few seconds, she hurriedly ran to the mirror, "Ah ah ah! All my beads have fallen out! This is the moon pearl offered by the South China Sea!!"

"It's terrible! My makeup is terrible!!"

Han Mo slowly swung his snake tail and slid towards the mirror, "Do you need me to call someone in for you?"

This makeup should be very important to her, after all, she is the protagonist today.

Miaoyuan held the delicate and compact bronze mirror in her hand, looking at the little makeup left on her face, she felt like crying, "It's all your fault, it's all gone."

Han Mo turned around and left, "Then I'll ask Cao Fu to come in."

"do not want!"

Miaoyuan picked up the makeup powder on the table and wiped it randomly a few times, decorated the beads that had fallen off on her forehead with beads and flowers, fiddled with her combed bun, and threw down the bronze mirror angrily.

"I'm leaving. Father is still waiting for me. You can think of something to do with your legs."

"Okay," Han Mo watched her leave angrily, a little helpless, but turned around to look at the corrosion formation that had been set up, feeling very good.

So what if he spent a million years cultivating his skills?As long as she could advance in cultivation and have abundant spiritual power, he would be willing to spend it all.

But now, his legs...

Hanmo's eyes dimmed in confusion. If he wanted to restore the appearance of his legs in a short period of time, he might not be able to do it with his current cultivation level.

But there is probably only one person who can help him now.

"Dong dong dong——" The palace door was knocked cautiously.

Han Ling shouted in a low voice: "King, the person you asked me to find has already been found."

"Come in."

"Pa," the palace door was gently pushed open, and Han Ling got in like a thief.

At this moment, all the guests who came here were celebrating His Highness's birthday in the front hall. There was almost no one in the back hall, so no one noticed them sneaking into the back hall.

As soon as Han Ling and others entered the palace, he saw a man with the body of a snake tail slowly walking out of the bedroom. He was almost several meters tall and looked very majestic and oppressive.

But his face was bloodless, even the lonely and powerful snake's tail was slow, and there were clear blood stains on the corners of his mouth, which made people feel pity for him.

"King?!" Han Ling was frightened by his weak appearance and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but he pushed him away and refused.

"What's wrong with you?! Where are you injured?!"

Why was his master so seriously injured after he hadn't seen him for just a few hours?No wonder a secret message was sent to him, asking him to come with the Immortal Lord.

"No problem," Han Mo walked to the center of the hall, coiled his snake's tail and sat down again.

"If it's really all right, you won't ask me to come over, right?" The distinguished guest brought by Han Ling took off the snow-white brocade hat on his head, revealing his magnificent and handsome face.

"Long time no see, Mo'er."

(End of this chapter)