The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 415: You don’t have to ask for help if you mix together
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After listening to her words, Hua Qinyan walked out dejectedly.

Minlan sat in front of the small table, lowered her head and poured herself a cup of herbal tea that had already cooled down. He lowered his head and took a sip. It tasted pure tea. Although it was cold tea, it still had a sweet taste. It was indeed not the tea from Cangling Mountain.

The tea from Cangling Mountain is extremely bitter, how can it compare to the sweet and fragrant tea in front of you.

"Sir, Sect Master." The moment Hua Qinyan sat down, he stood up with anger and disgust, unable to sit still at all.

Minlan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then stood opposite him and began to strongly condemn and scold him.

"The person behind this is so vicious and vicious, and he doesn't care about the interests of his fellow disciples. It is definitely not the fault of my disciples! Besides, my disciples are extremely strict in discipline. Every time they go out to the mountain for a mission or bring something back, I know everything about it. Damn it! I didn’t expect that I, Muzhenshan, would treat my disciples like this?

Minlan was unmoved, but he felt that the sweet and delicious Xianling tea in his mouth was no longer fresh.

"He has the ability, but he poisoned me! What kind of ability does it take to poison my direct disciple? Who is a person from Canglingshan?!"

"Pah," Ming Lan suddenly threw the tea cup in his hand on the table and looked up at him with rare ferocity in his eyes.

Hua Qinyan's eyes trembled fearfully. Seeing him suddenly getting so angry, she knew that she had lost her composure and said the wrong thing.

"S-Sect Master, please calm down..." He quickly took a step back, bowed and apologized.

Minlan stared at him, calmly and lowly: "Who told you that the person who poisoned me was from Cangling Mountain?"

He Minlan didn't recognize it.

"What?" Hua Qinyan looked at him in surprise. An idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately realized what he meant.

"The sect...the sect leader wants to say that the orange-melting poison on Han Mo's body was not caused by people from Cangling Mountain."

Minlan chuckled and lowered his head mockingly, "How about if you say that someone you suspect comes out, I, the sect leader, will personally interrogate you on your behalf?"

"No...don't dare..."

Hua Qinyan shook his head in surprise while quickly searching for the possibility of the poisoner. If it wasn't done by Canglingshan's disciples or teachers, then it was done by people outside Canglingshan.

But during this time, who came to Cangling Mountain? In other words, who did Cang Lingshan offend?

Or, who did Han Mo offend?

Sacrifice to the mountain forest - the silver beast tribe is a ghost tribe, targeting Miaoyuan. But now, Muzhenshan—the disciple of the mountain sect, is targeting Han Mo.

The one who made enemies with the two of them at the same time was Yun Yu. It was because of Yun Yu that he lost the secret formation that had been passed down for thousands of years - the Peacock Clan! !

As far as he knew, the heart source aura Miaoyuan provided when forcing him to confess was obtained by her and Han Mo together. At that time, when he asked someone to investigate the matter, he almost fainted from anger. Fortunately, the matter was over and he didn't take it seriously. But who would have thought that the Peacock clan would blame them both for losing the formation secret book? On people.

"Bang!" Hua Qinyan slapped the table hard, and the tea spilled on the table quickly splashed everywhere.

He roared angrily: "I have told you before that there is no good in hanging around with that ghost kid!"

It's okay now, you're risking your own life. He's fine, nothing has happened to him. What about him? Lying on the bed, his whole body was poisoned and he almost died.

Ming Lan looked at him with cold eyes, and his whole aura was very gloomy and terrifying. If looks could kill, he would probably die several times.

When Hua Qinyan received the murderous look in his eyes, she quickly realized what stupid thing she had just done. Then she looked at the tea stains on Minglan's pure white lapel sleeves and panicked inside.

"Sect...Sect Master..."

He opened his lips lightly and said only one word, "Get out."

"Sect...lord of the clan, but..." Hua Qinyan wanted to defend himself. He wanted to say that he did it out of anger and didn't mean it, but Minlan didn't give him any chance to speak again. "Get lost, now."

Hua Qinyan: "..." OK, he is the sect leader, listen to him.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and walked out. The door did not open, but his figure quietly disappeared from the room.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he has not gone out, but has just retreated into his own space. Apart from others not being able to see him, he can still see and hear everything going on around him.

But this was enough for Min Lan. Because he was already annoyed enough, he didn't want anyone to bother him again.

And in the inner room

There was no sound from the beginning to the end, as if it had automatically blocked out all the noise outside. No matter how big the noise was and how noisy the argument was, the three people who were treating patients and saving people seemed to have never heard of it.

The medicinal power of the sap grass in his hand was gradually being used up, but the person on the bed showed no reaction, as if he was asleep.

But what doctors who treat diseases and save people are most afraid of is that if the patient falls asleep, then he really cannot save him.

"Teacher?!" Hua Qi opened his eyes, watched as the herbs in his hand were gradually used up, and looked anxiously at the person standing beside the bed.

The power of the spell in Nan Kui's hand is being continuously transferred to Han Mo's body with the help of the juice grass. Without opening her eyes, she knew why Hua Qi was calling her.

Because the juice grass in her hand is almost used up.

"Wow," at this moment, the juice herb in Hua Qi's hand unexpectedly ran out, and the entire herb suddenly disappeared from his hand like a void spiritual power spell.

Later, Hua Lan also opened her eyes, and all the power of the juice grass in her hand was sent into Han Mo's body and disappeared.

"Teacher..."

This time, the medicinal power of the sap grass has been used up, but Junior Brother Hanmo shows no sign of waking up.

Hua Qi stamped her feet anxiously, "What can we do? Both of us have used up the medicine."

Now all that's left is the power of the sap grass in the master's hand.

But they didn't dare to have any expectations, because the sap grass in the teacher's hand was about to bottom out.

Nan Kui opened her eyes lightly, but the power of the spell in her hand did not stop, "Go, quickly go to the sect leader, and ask for two sap grasses."

Their eyes lit up and they immediately saluted and said, "Yes, disciple, I obey."

Just as the two were about to go out, the majestic voice came from the outer room:

"You don't have to ask..."

The two were shocked. Just as they were about to speak, they saw two more sap plants suddenly falling from the air.

"This..." Hua Lan and Hua Qi were extremely shocked. How could the sect leader predict in advance that their two juice grasses would not be enough?

"Stop talking nonsense and continue!" Nan Kui urged. There was already a lot of cold sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that she was forced by the power of this spell.

The two looked at each other and did not dare to delay. They immediately used the power of the heart to summon the sap grass floating in the air into their hands and started the second round of treatment.

With the blessing of these two sap grasses, Junior Brother Hanmo can remove at least half of the toxins from his body.

The rest is up to Master Nan Kui.