The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

She turned away.

Under the cold night, the man lowered his head, with cold kindness in his eyes. He was dressed in the robe of a closed disciple, and exuded a cool aura all over his body.

He is Long Sheng, the prince of the dragon clan!

Miaoyuan's eyes widened, she nervously tightened her robe and looked up at him, "Hello, Senior Brother Longsheng..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Long Sheng noticed something was wrong with her, because Junior Brother Huarong would not salute him like this. But he didn't expose her, but nodded gently, "Junior brother, it's so late, and you still want to see junior brother Hanmo?"

Miaoyuan nodded hurriedly, "Yes...yes," what should I do? She won't be discovered by Senior Brother Long Sheng, right? What would Senior Brother Long Sheng do? Send her to Elder Hua to plead guilty.

For a moment, Miaoyuan was in a state of confusion. She couldn't help it, so she planted some amnesia on him to make him forget what happened tonight, so that he wouldn't expose her.

However, what a profound level of cultivation Senior Brother Longsheng has. She can't even match him with a finger, so it's not easy to drug him.

She was struggling with all kinds of difficulties here. When she looked up again, she realized how far she had gone.

"Then let me take junior brother there. There are a few disciples on duty in front of junior brother Hanmo. I'm afraid, junior brother, you won't be able to deal with them."

"What?" Miaoyuan was surprised when she saw that he had already stepped onto the winding corridor and walked towards the lake. She immediately put all these messy things behind her, quickly picked up her robe and followed him, extremely happy.

Fortunately, with Senior Brother Longsheng here, those disciples and senior brothers on duty would not embarrass her.

"Senior Brother Longsheng didn't rest so late. Are you also worried about Junior Brother Hanmo?"

He walked in front and responded to her without missing a beat, "Well, it just so happens that I don't have much to do tonight."

"Senior Brother Long Sheng is so kind. It's so late and you're still worried about us junior brothers."

"Fortunately, I don't worry about it on weekdays."

"Don't you worry on weekdays?" Miaoyuan walked behind him and stopped. What did this mean? What does it mean not to worry on weekdays? Are you starting to worry now?

Long Sheng stepped out of the corridor and walked along the lake to Xuanting courtyard. That slender and straight figure, standing between heaven and earth, has a unique charm.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Miaoyuan quickly raised her feet to follow him, temporarily forgetting these questions.

Walking around the small courtyard, as expected, there were several disciples who were still on duty and had not rested. Seeing the two of them appear, several disciples saluted them respectfully.

"I have met Senior Brother Longsheng, and I have met Senior Brother Huarong."

Long Sheng raised his feet and walked over, "Junior brothers, you are so polite. Why don't you go and rest at such a late hour?"

"Master said that until Junior Brother Hanmo recovers from his injury, we must guard this small courtyard every step of the way."

This was an order specially left by Elder Hua today. Even they, the disciples, did not understand what he meant. But they dare not disobey the master's orders.

Miaoyuan lowered her head and her face became angry. How could this painting elder be like this? The big snake is his closed disciple, and he is not a sinner. Why should someone be on duty to prevent others from getting close to him while he is recuperating? What's the point?

Long Sheng nodded, "I understand, thank you for your hard work. Hua Rong and I will go in to see our junior brother."

"Senior brother, you're welcome. Two senior brothers, please—" Several disciples on duty stepped aside and lowered their heads, respectfully inviting them in.

Miaoyuan's eyes lit up, and she didn't care whether they were on duty or not. She picked up her robe and quickly ran in.

Great, she could finally see the big snake.

Long Sheng followed her and walked in slowly. The door of the small courtyard behind him was slowly closed, and the scenery inside was no longer visible.

The light in the courtyard room has been shining brightly, but it has been on for a few hours. At this time, the light of the candle is no longer as bright as when it was first lit.

Miaoyuan couldn't wait to push the door open and enter, without even caring about etiquette and demeanor. She didn't even remember that there was someone behind her.

Long Sheng did not enter the room, but sat down in front of the stone bench in the courtyard outside. He glanced at the several cold tea cups placed on the table, and with a wave of his hand, the tea cups on the table immediately disappeared out of thin air, turning into a chess game that had already been played for more than half.

In the situation, black stones are spread over most of the board, and white stones are rare. It seems to be a stable winning situation. But he didn't give up. He took out another exquisite white jade chess piece from the chess case, slowly landed it on the chess board, and started playing by himself.

In the room, Miaoyuan ran straight to the inner room as soon as she entered. Her makeup immediately returned to its original appearance as she ran.

He was dressed in a pink and white robe of a closed disciple, with a snow-white fox fur cloak embroidered with flowers on it, and a jade plaque with his name hanging on his waist. The bun on her head was tied up in loose buns, piled on top of each other, but the hairpins were still on her head, which was dignified and elegant, but the looseness showed how anxious she was when she came running.

"Big...big snake..." As soon as she ran in, she saw him lying weakly on the bed, his figure half covered by the cage tent, and his face was not visible. Beside the couch was the unfinished but cold soup, which still had a strong smell of bitter medicine that could be smelled from a distance.

Just like this, she felt that he must have suffered terribly in the past two days, and he couldn't even take care of himself. It was conceivable that he had suffered many kinds of capital punishment.

Miaoyuan's hands were shaking as she pulled the curtain. She couldn't bear to look up and saw him lying on the couch with a pale face, his black hair on his forehead was messy, a little decadent and weak, looking down, he saw his clothes were open, and the crescent-white lining was on It was stained with a lot of medicine stains, as if it hadn't been changed in a few days.

Seeing her appear, Han Mo opened his eyes as if feeling something, "Man, Manzhu?"

"Orochi, are you awake?" Miaoyuan quickly sat down in front of his bed, her eyes were red and she wanted to cry. They hadn't seen each other for two days, and yet he was so seriously injured again. She really didn't want him to continue to be like this.

"What are you..." He forced himself to sit up, a little funny, "Why are you crying?"

He didn't die, it was just a whipping, and he could still bear it.

"Why can't I cry? You're already like this, I...why can't I cry..." Miaoyuan said while she couldn't help crying.

"That elder Hua is an old man, how could he do this to you? You are his direct disciple, and he beat you until you can't get out of bed, you can't take medicine, and you haven't changed your clothes for a few days, right?"

While she was crying in frustration and sadness, she was scolding his master, which made Han Mo himself feel more and more funny the more he listened.

"What are you talking about? What...why can't you get out of bed? What happened to the medicine? What happened to the clothes?"

How did she find out that he couldn't get out of bed, and how did she find out that he couldn't drink medicine or change clothes?

Miaoyuan's eyes were red, pointing to the small bowl beside his bed and accusing, "Isn't this...isn't this the medicine you haven't finished drinking? And this..."

She started to pull at the edge of his clothes again, "These are all dirty, why didn't you change them? Isn't it because you can't get out of bed?"

Han Mo was so amused that he laughed out loud, "You are really smart, you concluded that I am terminally ill based on these few things?"

Miaoyuan became suspicious for a moment and even stopped crying. Seeing that he couldn't stop smiling, she asked him with tears on her face, "Isn't it...isn't it?"

"Of course not." Han Mo wiped away her tears with his hand, held her chin and looked into her eyes, and answered her seriously: "This medicine is too bitter. I don't want to drink it, so I put it aside." There.”

"These clothes were stained while eating just now. I thought I would change them when I took a shower at night, but you saw it first."

"I really don't know whether I should praise you for your intelligence or your carefulness. How can you use this to judge that I am terminally ill and can't get out of bed?"

The further Miaoyuan listened, the more she felt something was not right. Sure enough, after hearing the last word, something was really wrong. She held back the tears in her eyes instantly, and her face turned red, even redder than the red fruit.

"Really...are you really not terminally ill?"

Han Mo put down his hand, leaned half on the bed, smiled and shook his head, "Of course not."

Miaoyuan smiled slowly, "That...that's good. I was scared to death. I really thought you couldn't get out of bed or get up."

Han Mo's hands holding the bed were shaking a little, but his face was very calm, "We haven't reached that point yet, but my body is a little weak."

"Weak?" Miaoyuan became nervous again, "Then you have to take good care of yourself. You are constantly suffering from old injuries and adding new ones. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to practice in the near future."

"Yeah, I'll take good care of him."

Miaoyuan thought of something, flipped through the Qiankun bag and said, "I also have some precious medicinal flowers here. You can use them as medicine..."

Han Mo looked at her with a smile, the delicate light in his eyes seemed to overflow the tenderness of his eyes. He slept for a long time, which seemed as long as the world between heaven and earth. He was afraid that he would not wake up.

Okay

Fortunately, he woke up now and saw her again.