The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

hibiscus mountain

Xuanting courtyard
When Hua Rong saw the two of them entering the room, she kept talking, "You don't know, I was so scared when my junior brother competed just now."

"So after a quick battle with Yaosheng, I hurried to watch his competition. Fortunately, this kid lived up to expectations and used the Yuexin Sword to defeat Yuxi and win."

"Otherwise, I don't know how the master will punish him."

Miaoyuan smiled and nodded, "Yes, senior brother and I came here just to congratulate Orochi for winning the competition."

Huarong waved her robe, sat down uninhibitedly, and said confidently: "But don't worry, even if he doesn't have the Yue Xin Sword, he will still win against that boy from Yuxi. He has injuries on his body, which are more serious than Han Mo's. .”

Han Mo was just injured by the sword energy and scratched his skin during the past few days while practicing day and night.

But it was different in Yuxi. A few days ago, the sect leader made him kneel down in the main hall and copied the sect's rules with his hands. His hands were probably going to be broken.

I'm afraid I could only lift that sword today.

After hearing this, Miaoyuan turned to look at Han Mo, who was sitting and drinking tea. She was a little worried. What would happen even if she defeated Yuxi?

Everyone up and down the Xiangyu Mountain must be resentful of his cruelty and hurting Yuxi today. Even Yuxi himself may not let him go.

"What's wrong?" Han Mo looked at her as if feeling something. He saw a smile on her face, but there was no joy in her eyes. He was afraid that she was not really happy.

"It's okay..." Miaoyuan smiled, walked over, looked at the two tea cups on the table and asked, "What are you drinking? Is it the spiritual tea I gave you?"

"No, it's the Xiuling tea from this mountain. It's a bit bitter. Do you want to drink it?"

Miaoyuan shook her head and refused. Nonsense, she knew that this tea was very bitter. How could it be so simple as a little bitter? She didn't want to drink it.

Murong Feng smiled and joked: "Junior Sister Miaoyuan doesn't like to drink such bitter tea. From the time I entered the mountain to now, I have never seen Junior Sister pick tea. All she drinks is the sweet tea she brought with her. I must be drinking it now." Bar."

"Senior brother!" Miaoyuan turned to glare at him, "I don't have it. I can still bear the pain of this tea."

Arranging her again.

Senior Brother Huarong is still here, can't you save face for her?

"Then why don't you drink?"

"Huh," she sat down and didn't want to pay attention to him. She simply turned her head away from him. She just didn't want to drink.

This tea is so bitter. Who would want to drink it as she is used to sweet tea?

The more she behaves like this, the more Murong Feng, who is sitting opposite her, wants to tease her, "Junior sister is following me down the mountain this time, maybe I have to go back to the ghost tribe to get some more sweet spiritual tea?"

"You want to go down the mountain?" Han Mo grasped the key point of this sentence and turned to look at Miaoyuan.

She is not yet ready to take on the mission, so she is definitely not the one who is on the mission.And what Senior Brother Murong said was that she followed him down the mountain, so it must be Senior Brother Murong who went on the mission.

"Well, yes, Snake." Miao Yuan turned around and glanced at Murong Feng with dissatisfaction before looking at Han Mo.

"Senior Brother accepted the mission and came down the mountain. We are here now firstly to congratulate you, and secondly because we have something to ask Senior Brother Huarong."

"Ask me something?" Hua Rong raised her eyes and looked over. The topic suddenly changed to him, and he didn't have time to react.

"Yes, the mission that Senior Brother Murong took is said to be related to the mission you sent."

"Is it about that ghost boy?" Hua Rong immediately thought of her mission.

"Ghost clan... boy?" Miaoyuan was stunned, what kind of ghost clan boy?Why hasn't she heard of it?

Huarong nodded, "Yes, you must have seen this person before. He is Kui Yin, who was punished by the King of Hell a few months ago. His mother is Tao Fei."

"Yes, it's him?" Miaoyuan was extremely surprised. Didn't it mean that he was punished by his father and sent to reincarnation in the lower world and would never come back again? Why was the mission still related to him?

Speaking of this, Huarong knows it deeply.

He leaned forward and said excitedly to them: "You don't know, this kid is extremely powerful and stable as a mountain. No one can deal with him."

"After entering the reincarnation in the lower realm, he joined an official family and became a son of a wealthy family. His father was an important official in the government, holding a lot of troops and controlling the government affairs."

"He also got the true inheritance from his father. He lined up the troops, fought with the cavalry, climbed over the walls, walked through the poplars with a hundred steps. He was simply not a human being." "I had a fight with him when I first arrived in the human race. I almost couldn't beat him. If General Heichang hadn't stopped me, I would have been injured and come back."

Miaoyuan held Hanmo's newly brewed sweet tea and was a little dazed, "Is it so powerful?"

"Isn't it..." Huarong wanted to say something, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Han Mo serving a new cup of good tea to Miaoyuan, and she felt itchy.

"Want me to have a drink too?"

The tea was too bitter and he didn't like drinking it.He had almost finished drinking the sweet tea that Junior Sister Miaoyuan gave him.

Only Han Mo, a stinky boy, hid it and was reluctant to drink it, but now he got the chance.

Han Mo stood by the table and directly opened his hand and said back to him, "No more, just made a cup."

Huarong: "..."

Seeing that he was reluctant to part with it, Murong Feng couldn't help teasing him, "What about mine, Junior Brother Hanmo? Senior Brother finally went down the mountain, Junior Brother wouldn't be willing to serve him a cup of good tea, right?"

Hua Rong lay down behind the chair evilly, looking at them with an expression of watching a good show.

He wanted to see how he would deal with this brat, even if he didn't give him a drink, they were all fellow disciples, but this Murong Feng was the second senior brother of all the fellow disciples in Cang Ling Mountain.

Han Mo turned around and went to the table by the window, brought out a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, handed it to the table in front of Murong Feng, and said politely: "Senior brother, try it, it's freshly brewed."

Murong Feng was overjoyed and hurriedly sat up straight, picked up the hot tea cup and started drinking.

Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Hanmo still had a good heart. Knowing that he wanted to try this sweet tea, he served it to him.

Seeing this, Hua Rong pursed her lips in envy. Why, she was so kind to other seniors but so mean to her own seniors.

but who knows...

"Pfft..." Murong Feng spat out all the spiritual tea that had just entered his mouth in less than a second.

It happened that when he was drinking tea, he was facing the direction of the flower next to him, so all the tea sprayed on him.

"Ah, you!" Huarong was sprayed all over his face, feeling very depressed and uncomfortable.

As if Han Mo had expected that he would spit it out, the moment he drank tea, he blocked it in front of Miao Yuan, blocking it tightly and not spraying her at all.

Miaoyuan raised her head in surprise, and what she saw was a slender and tall figure, standing upright with the sky and the ground, hiding seven feet high, enough to cover all the difficulties and obstacles in this world, giving her a broad and peaceful world, which immediately warmed her heart. got up.

Whether it's good tea or not, whether it's going down the mountain or not, it's far from the peace of mind that he stood in front of her.

"You..." Murong Feng looked at the person in front of him resentfully, and said with anger, "Isn't this just the need for spiritual tea?"

How is it different from the cup of tea he just drank?Do you need him to go out of his way to make him a new drink?
After Han Mo saw him spit out the tea, a smile appeared in his eyes, "Senior brother asked me for tea, why doesn't he like it?"

"Go, go, don't talk to me here, it's embarrassing for you."

This damn brat actually knows how to do this.

Hua Rong wanted to laugh when she saw this brat treating everyone equally, but she was sprayed with spiritual tea. She was speechless and depressed, "He can't do good things! Come on, you ruined another one of my robes. You have to compensate me for this one!" "

The robes of all the disciples of Cang Lingshan are specially tailored. Unlike the clothes worn outside, you have to change them when they get dirty.

Most of the clothes here are uniform and not easy to change, especially the robes of their closed disciples, which are made of finer materials and exquisite tailoring than ordinary disciples, and cannot be made in a short time.

Of course, to make a new robe, you have to spend money, keep items, pawn beads or exchange treasures.

No matter what, he couldn't take action, and Junior Brother Hanmo had to compensate him.

After all, it was this brat who caused it.

Han Mo nodded in agreement without hesitation, "Okay, but I won't go to Fanyin Pavilion, you can go by yourself."

Huarong: "..."

What's the difference between that and not compensating him?