The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 447: Fifty Military Sticks as Compensation
In the main hall

Miao Yuan turned around and looked at him, smiling generously, "Whatever His Highness Yuheng says is what it is."

Yuheng's eyes were slightly surprised. Was this flattery? But the tone didn't sound like it.

"Your Highness Yuheng is wise and sensible, and you are a role model for the world. What you say is naturally the truth."

Yuheng: “…” That’s not a nice thing to say.

Yan Yi chuckled and stood up. "Yuan'er is right. I don't know how to understand the situation. Has His Highness Yuheng, who is a role model for the world, found out who that person is?"

who?

Miao Yuan looked over and saw Yan Yi looking up at her. There was some calmness and confidence in her father's eyes, as if he had guessed the purpose of His Highness Yu Heng's visit.

Hei Chang took her to sit down at the side. Miao Yuan did not speak, but listened quietly to the conversation between her father and His Highness Yu Heng.

"Yes," Yuheng sat down again, "I came here for this matter."

Yan Yi turned around nonchalantly, with his back to him, facing the direction of Miao Yuan.

"My subordinates were ignorant and actually hurt the little prince at this time. Fortunately, the little prince was not injured, otherwise, he would have died."

"So," Yan Yi turned around and looked at him with a cold breath, "He is still alive now?"

Miao Yuan raised her little head and looked in the direction of Yuheng Immortal Lord. That's right! He made her fall from the sky. If it weren't for her father's help, she would have been bruised and battered! Even so, this person is still alive? Why not kill him?

Yuheng looked at the father and daughter who shared the same hatred for the enemy, and fell silent for a moment. They were so alike, their behavior and expressions seemed like they were cast from the same mold.

"Heh..." Yuheng smiled softly, his smile slightly self-deprecating and sad. If he had a child, would he be as old as Miaoyuan?

Unfortunately, he has no children.

Yu Heng's eyes turned cold in an instant, "He is not dead, but I broke one of his legs. I want to apologize to Miao Yuan."

"Waste?" Miao Yuan was surprised. That was cruel enough. This was more painful than death.

Yan Yi was still unhappy, "Why not kill him? In the eyes of His Highness Yu Heng, our little prince is only worth a leg?"

Yuheng's face darkened and the atmosphere around him changed drastically, as if he had crashed into an extremely cold iceberg. It was terribly cold.

Miao Yuan immediately lowered her head, not daring to say anything. It was too scary, she didn't even dare to sit there.

There were two big Buddhas in front of him, one sitting and the other standing, each with a strong aura, neither giving in. One was the immortal Yuheng, the other was the ghost, the dominant Yanyi. If these two met, it would be a world explosion.

At this moment, Hei Chang calmly handed her a cup of hot tea and said, "Little Princess, have a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

"?" Miao Yuan turned to look at him in astonishment. No, brother, you are really not afraid. These two people are going to fight, and you still want me to drink tea?
Does she dare to drink it?
Hei Chang seemed to be able to read her inner thoughts, and smiled as he passed some more wine forward, "Drink it, little prince."

As long as His Majesty the King of Hell is here, this hell won't explode, and they won't really fight.

Sure enough, when Miao Yuan took the teacup and lowered her head to drink tea, the atmosphere between the two seemed to ease again.

"The life of the little prince of the ghost clan is naturally precious, so I crippled one of his legs, which can be regarded as seeking justice for the little prince."

"Let's not talk about whether it's fair or not for now." Yan Yi stood in front of him, looking down at him, "I just want to know who this person is?"

Who has the guts to commit a crime at the gate of the ghost clan hell? This person is not only desperate, but also mad.

Yuheng looked up at him, knowing that he was trying to get to the bottom of the matter, and was afraid that he would never give up unless he told her who the murderer was.

"Heh," Yuheng smiled softly, and turned his eyes slightly, and saw Miaoyuan holding a small teacup, her cat-like pupils flickering at him, obviously this little girl also wanted to know who that person was. Miaoyuan saw that she was caught by Yuheng, and she was so scared that she quickly lowered her face, pretending to drink tea to cover up her panic.

"Hehe," Yuheng laughed even louder. Since they wanted to know, why not tell them?
"The person who hurt the young prince was Lan Pan, who was driven out of the Immortal Clan by me and has now fallen into the path of evil."

"Lan Pan Immortal Lord?" Miao Yuan put down the teacup in shock and stood up with a look of astonishment. How could it be Lan Pan? How did he know when she would have a holiday, when she would return to her tribe, and when she would arrive at the gate of the underworld?
Yu Heng met her gaze and nodded, "Yes, it was Lan Pan. I don't know how he knew that you came back from Cangling Mountain. He was waiting at the gate of the underworld early, waiting for you to show up."

Miao Yuan was shocked. She didn't expect that this man wanted to get rid of her so badly. He even came to her doorstep. If her father hadn't appeared in time, she would have been knocked down from the sky by him and covered in wounds.

In this way, he can also avenge his good sister Fairy Lan Mei, right?

Hei Chang stood up and saluted, "It's all my fault for not protecting the Hell Ghost Clan well. I was lax these past few days, which allowed the thieves to take advantage of the opportunity."

"If you know you are wrong, then go down and accept the punishment."

Yan Yi turned around and sat down, his whole body exuding a powerful and oppressive aura, shooting directly at Hei Chang, "Your Highness has only just returned, and such a big thing has happened. I think you have been living too comfortably these days, and anyone can bully our ghost clan."

Yuheng picked up the hot teacup beside him and drank the tea. The moment he lowered his head, his face turned cold. Don't think he doesn't know that he is using the name of criticizing Hei Chang to criticize him.

Hei Chang clasped his fists and knelt down to salute, "I deserve to die. I will lead people to investigate the surroundings and will never let the thieves take advantage of me again."

Yuheng clenched the teacup in his hand, and his breath began to turn cold. Oh, who is the thief?

"All the ghost officers on duty at the gate today, including you, will be punished with fifty military sticks each as a warning to others."

"Yes, Hei Chang will obey your command."

Miao Yuan stepped forward anxiously, "Father, this has nothing to do with Hei Chang and them."

It's him!

It was Lan Pan who did it, so why are you venting your anger on Hei Chang and other members of the tribe?

After Yan Yi punished Hei Chang, he looked at Miao Yuan in front of him and said coldly, "Do you think you are right?"

Miao Yuan was shocked, "Father?"

"There was a person waiting at the door and you couldn't find out? You went to Cangling Mountain to study for 10,000 years, and you only learned how to fly with a sword? You couldn't even control the power of your own magic, and fell down in public?!"

"Father..."

"Don't say you are Yan Yi's daughter when you go out. It will bring shame to you."

"Father!" Miao Yuan was so angry that she almost fell down. How could she have the mind to look at the person hiding at the gate of hell?

Besides, her father was so powerful, how could he not know that there was someone hiding at the gate of hell. And Hei Chang, Hei Chang was really something, he had cultivated his spiritual power for millions of years, how could he not know that there was someone hiding at the gate...

Miao Yuan didn’t know what she was thinking about. She lowered her forehead and was shocked.

Seeing that she lowered her head in anger, Yan Yi turned around and scolded Hei Chang again, "Get out of here! If anything happens to the little prince again, I will not just punish you with fifty military sticks, but with a leg."

"Yes, Hei Chang understands."

Yuheng gripped the teacup in his hand tightly, almost crushing it.

Yan Yi!

"Hei Chang, take your leave." Hei Chang bowed, turned around and walked out.