The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

midnight
hibiscus mountain

"Kneel down!" Hua Qinyan turned around, his eyes were heavy and his face was cold, looking like he was about to be furious.

Han Mo pursed his lips lightly, opened his robe and knelt down, "Master——"

"You still think I'm your master? You came back so late, where have you been?! Are you looking for that brat from Feng Lingxuan again?!"

"Master, calm down!" Seeing that something was not right, Huarong on the side quickly stepped forward to block Han Mo, and consoled him: "Junior brother and junior sister Miaoyuan have been close friends since they were outside the mountain. Now outside the main hall, Miaoyuan Junior sister was attacked and tested by General Yu. Junior brother is worried and must go and have a look."

"Don't speak for him!" Hua Qinyan pushed Huarong away with a stern face, stepped forward and asked: "It's him I'm asking again! Tell me, where have you been?"

"Disciple..." Han Mo lowered his head, a hint of anger and gloominess flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, he was completely suppressed by reason and disappeared.

"Say!"

"The disciple did go to Xiaoqi Pavilion and met Junior Sister Miaoyuan."

"Pa!" Without saying a word, Hua Qinyan raised her hand and slapped him hard, roaring: "You actually went to her pavilion in the middle of the night? You don't take me as a master in your eyes? Still don’t take the sect seriously?!”

"Master!!" Huarong was shocked.

Han Mo's slapped face turned to one side, and he tilted his head and licked his cheek for pain relief. His eyes became darker and darker, and his hands under his sleeves were tightly tightened, as if he was suppressing something.

"She is just a kid from the ghost clan. Even though her cultivation level is low and her spells are not strong, she can still rely on the power of His Highness the King of Hell to become the disciple of the sect master! What about you?! What do you have to tell me?"

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Hua Qinyan. Hua Qinyan could clearly see the anger and depression inside.Sure enough, he is worthy of being a member of the snake tribe, he is born to be dark and crawling, wanton and cold.

Hua Qinyan was not afraid of his appearance at all, not even afraid that he would take action against him.He raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled sarcastically, "Do you want to rely on your missing half of your cultivation, or your precarious position in the Snake Clan?"

"Master!!" Hua Rong shouted angrily. Didn't you see that your junior brother was going crazy?He also sarcastically mocked him in front of him.

Hanmo's eyes became red and crazy, and he said word by word in a serious voice: "She did not come in with the power of His Highness the King of Hell. Nor did I come in with the knowledge of the King of the Snake Clan. Under your door."

He was certain of this, and Hua Qinyan himself knew it.

It's just that he just wanted to give him a painful blow in front of him.After all, this is how he has educated his disciples from now on, right?

"You dare to refute me?" Hua Qinyan's face darkened, and she raised her hand to slap him again.

Hua Rong couldn't stand it anymore, so she rushed over quickly and stopped him, "Master! Junior brother has a stubborn temper. It's not like you don't know it. He definitely didn't mean to disrespect you. Please calm down."

"Get away!" Hua Qinyan wanted to pull her arm back, but Hua Rong held her tightly.

"Master! Junior brother, he has been practicing the sect's swordsmanship day and night in the past few days. He has followed your instructions day and night, and repeatedly studied the rules and procedures of the sacrificial ceremony. He has never slacked off for a day. That's it...that's why Junior Sister Miaoyuan came to the mountain gate today. Junior brother, he also refused harshly!"

"Master! You can't hit him anymore. He has suffered enough injuries during this period, and he really can't bear it anymore."

"I couldn't bear it, so he blocked Yan Miaoyuan's blow and showed up in front of Yu Juncheng?!" Hua Qinyan withdrew her arm forcefully and turned away angrily, not wanting to look at them.

Don't think that since he returned to Muzhen Mountain, you don't know everything that happened at Fenglingxuan Pavilion tonight. Don't think that he doesn't have eyes behind his back. went.

Does he think that his master does not exist?No, he did not regard himself as a disciple of a sect at all, as a closed disciple of his Muzhenshan sect.

"Master, forgive me. I must have been drunk and just wanted to walk around without any other intention. As for...as for the blow that blocked General Yu, maybe...maybe it was a pure coincidence. Master, you don't have to take it to heart. Hua Qinyan turned around and glared angrily, "Doesn't he have a mouth? Do you want you to keep speaking for him?!"

"Brother, I don't dare." Huarong quickly lowered his body to salute, then lowered his head and looked at Han Mo.

"Admit your mistake!"

Didn't you see that the master was angry?He is still taciturn and doing nothing. Is he really not afraid that the master will punish him again?

Han Mo let out a breath, lowered his forehead and saluted, "Disciple knows he was wrong."

Hua Rong withdrew her gaze and felt slightly relieved, as long as he admitted his mistake.

"But disciple, the only mistake is returning home late, and absolutely nothing else."

"Han Mo!!" Hua Rong turned to look at him in shock. Is this kid desperate for his life?How dare you speak so shamelessly?

"Okay! Okay!!" Hua Qin smiled angrily. The anger in his heart surged repeatedly and reached its peak. If he didn't punish him well, it seemed that he would never realize his mistake.

"Teacher, master..."

"Go get my original whip. I want to see if he made any mistakes tonight! How many mistakes did he make!?"

"Master, no!" Huarong shook her head and looked at him.The master got the original whip from Heihe, and it was contaminated with a lot of miscellaneous substances and unclean things, especially since the whip was made of the original skin of the original beast, which is waterproof, fireproof, and even more resistant to ordinary cultivation. The power of magic.

If it were whipped on a human body, the skin would be torn and the flesh would be dripping with blood. It would be hundreds of times more painful than an ordinary iron whip or bone whip.

I still remember that a former disciple who was a closed disciple could not bear the punishment of this original whip and died at the hands of his master.

At that time, everyone in the entire sect knew about it.

Hua Qinyan pressed him and asked, "Are you going or not?!"

If he doesn't go, he will be punished as well.

Huarong trembled, "Disciple..."

"If you don't go, you will share the punishment with him tonight!"

Han Mo looked up at Huarong and said coldly: "Junior brother doesn't want to be punished together with senior brother."

Hua Rong turned to look at him angrily, "It's already this time, and you're still being stubborn!"

Okay, he doesn’t care anymore.If the master wants to be punished, he will be punished. If he wants to be beaten, he will be beaten. He doesn't care about anyone.

Hua Rong left angrily and went to the master's Luyuan Hall to get the original whip that corroded bones and hurt people.

Hua Qinyan asked him in a deep voice, "What, you still don't admit your mistake?"

Han Mo lowered his body and knelt down, "This disciple only made one mistake, which was returning to the mountain late. I refuse to admit the other mistakes."

"Okay, then let me see how tough your mouth is."