The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 569: The farce in the palace is just luck
Sakya Island
Qianfan Palace

Everyone was paying attention to the apprenticeship ceremony and the movements of the new disciple Mo Zhong. Only Miao Yuan was alone, eating and drinking the cakes and fruits on the table with her little hands.

Seeing how little, delicate and soft she was, Murong Feng couldn't bear to blame her, and he boldly stood in front of Miao Yuan to cover for her.

Mo Zhong, who had just taken his seat after paying homage to his master, saw the situation here and walked over with the wine cup on the table.

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

Murong Feng's heart quickly became alert, knowing that the person coming was not friendly, he quickly raised his sleeve to cover his lips and pretended to cough, "Cough cough cough..."

But he hurriedly reminded: "Don't eat Junior Sister! Junior Brother Mo Zhong is coming!"

"Hmm?" Miao Yuan raised her little head and frowned. She knew that there would be trouble tonight, but she didn't know what this little devil wanted to do.

"Hey, is this my Senior Sister Miaoyuan?"

Miao Yuan: “…” As expected, the damn devil never said anything nice.

Everyone's eyes widened: "!!"

Who is Junior Brother Mo Zhong calling? Then... is that little glutinous rice dumpling really Junior Sister Miao Yuan?
Miao Yuan was not at all nervous. She stood up straight with her small body and waved her chubby little hand, "Hello, Junior Brother Mo Zhong."

The ending sound is melodious and lovely, like a lark. As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. She smiles so brightly and her attitude is so sincere that no one can find any fault with her.

only……

She is such a small glutinous rice dumpling, and she calls such a big and strong man her junior brother? This, this is very awkward no matter how you look at it.

Mo Zhong even grinned, "You...are fine, Miao Yuan...Senior Sister."

Good shit, this damn little brat.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. How come Senior Sister has become so small? Who dares to bully my Senior Sister?"

Mo Zhong turned around and looked around at all the disciples in a serious manner, with a ferocious expression, as if he really wanted to support Miao Yuan.

All the disciples immediately shook their heads and waved their hands, indicating that it had nothing to do with them. They didn't even know who the little girl in front of them was, so how could they bully her? But only Miao Yuan herself knew that Mo Zhong's hypocritical appearance was not to support her, but to laugh at her.

Miao Yuan grinned, but the smile did not reach her eyes. She knew that something bad would happen to the two of them. How could he be a good person if he could drag Bai Luobo into the devil's trap?

Mo Zhong turned around and gave Miao Yuan an evil smile. He then raised the wine cup in his hand and passed over her. He first said to Yu Heng and Murong Feng, "I have heard of the names of the two senior brothers in the demon clan. Today, I have seen that they are indeed worthy of their reputation."

Yu Heng and Murong Feng politely raised their wine cups to toast him, "Junior Brother Mo Zhong, you are too polite. We will be disciples of the same sect in the future. If there is anything wrong, I hope you will forgive me."

"Yes, I hope you will bear with me when the time comes."

"You two brothers are joking. I toast to you."

Several people raised their heads and drank it all together.

Miao Yuan saw that she had nothing to do and made a move to sit down. As soon as she sat down, Mo Zhong, who had drunk his wine, squinted at her.

"Senior Sister Miaoyuan..."

This damned stinky devil! What do you want her to do?
Miao Yuan put away her unhappiness, put on a smile and asked him, "Why, Junior Brother Mo Zhong also wants to respect me?"

Mo Zhong raised his eyebrows. He didn't mean that at first, but since she had spoken, it seemed unreasonable for him to be disrespectful to her.

"Of course." Mo Zhong grinned with his red lips and looked at Miao Yuan's beautiful pair of dazzling brown eyes. They were unruly, deep and moving, as if they could suck people's hearts away. There was an indescribable magic that made people unable to take their eyes away.

Before Miao Yuan could speak, Murong Feng poured himself another glass of wine, looked at Mo Zhong and said with a smile: "How about I drink with Junior Brother Mo Zhong? Junior Sister Miao Yuan is still young and was injured a while ago. She hasn't recovered yet, so she shouldn't drink."

Miao Yuan beside him gave Murong Feng a thumbs up in her heart, and her face showed even more joy. Senior brother is worthy of being a senior brother, and his words are flawless.

Yu Heng lowered his head, silently poured himself a glass of wine, and then without saying a word, he offered it to Mo Zhong and drank it all in one gulp. His movements were smooth and there was no hesitation at all.

After they finished drinking, Yu Heng looked at Mo Zhong with a savoring look, "Junior brother, you didn't even enjoy drinking with me, why are you drinking with me again?"

Miao Yuan couldn't help it, and the smile on her lips became bigger. The eldest brother is worthy of being the eldest brother, the devil is one foot high and the way is ten feet high.

Seeing that both of them were protecting Miao Yuan and wanted to compete with him in drinking, Mo Zhong did not seem angry. "Well, today I will naturally drink to my heart's content with the two brothers." "Come on, bring the wine jar!"

The disciples around looked at each other in bewilderment. This... this was in the main hall of the Sakya Demon Island, where all the disciples, sect masters, four elders and the sect master were present. This... this Junior Brother Mo Zhong was going to have a drinking contest with others on his first day here?
This has never happened before in history.

When Ruolin heard the noise, his face darkened, "Go, call this evil disciple back!"

This is simply crazy. He doesn't even realize what kind of occasion this is? He thinks this is the palace of the prince of the demon clan? He even wants people to bring him wine? This is a joke!

The disciple Mo Ya beside him bowed, then turned around and strode towards the west of the hall where Mo Zhong, Miao Yuan and others were.

After seeing this, all the disciples made way for the Demon Bud disciples, with expressions that showed they were waiting to see how this farce on the Sakya Demon Island would end.

"Junior Brother Mo Zhong——"

Mo Ya went up and snatched the wine cup from Mo Zhong's hand without saying a word. Before Mo Zhong could pour the wine, he threw the wine cup in his hand onto the empty table beside him, taking the initiative.

Mo Zhong's face turned cold, his brows immediately filled with anger, and he turned to look at him, "Who are you?"

"Mo Ya, this is the name given to me by my master. I hope you can give me guidance." Mo Ya looked at Mo Zhong neither humbly nor arrogantly, without any change in his expression, as if he was not afraid of offending Mo Zhong, the prince of the demon clan, at all.

Miao Yuan exclaimed, "Wow, here comes a senior brother who is more powerful than Senior Brothers Yuheng and Murong."

Mo Zhong chuckled, his smile was a little cold, "So?"

"Master asked me to go over and wait. If I get drunk here, the rest of the apprenticeship ceremony will be difficult to carry out."

Yu Heng also said, "Junior brother, you should go over first. There is plenty of good wine. There is a long way to go."

Murong Feng put down the wine cup in his hand and slightly adjusted his disciple robe, "Yes, Junior Brother, tonight's apprenticeship ceremony is the most important."

Mo Zhong looked up at them and knew that the two of them were in unison and couldn't wait for him to leave, but he just refused to accept it and refused to admit defeat.

"I just want to drink some wine, senior brother, why won't you let me?" Mo Zhong chuckled and looked at Mo Ya, with a bit of oppression and intimidation unconsciously in his eyes.

But Mo Ya was not afraid, because he had received the order from his master. If he did not take Mo Zhong back, his master would lose face and he would also be labeled as useless.

Moya insisted, "Please go back, Junior Brother, and don't make it difficult for me."

Seeing that Mo Ya refused to give in, Mo Zhong looked cold and seemed about to get angry, but in the blink of an eye, he saw the little dumpling next to him suddenly pointing at the pastries on the plate in front of him, as if there was a meaning behind it.

Mo Zhong then put away the coldness on his face, regained some of his normal state, and walked towards the elders' seat without saying a word.

Mo Ya bowed to them and followed Mo Zhong away.

Miao Yuan returned the greeting along with Yu Heng and Murong Feng. After she sat down, she finally remembered to ask, "Who was that senior brother who was talking just now? He's really amazing."

He is not even afraid of the little prince of the demon clan. He is a rare hero. Except for Yun Yu, everyone on the Sakya Demon Island is from the demon clan. Not to mention whether the demon clan is afraid of the demon clan prince, they dare not disrespect the demon clan prince in terms of etiquette.

But the demon brother just now not only did not treat Mo Zhong politely, he also snatched the wine cup from Mo Zhong's hand. He was not afraid at all that Mo Zhong would retaliate against him.

"He?"

Hearing Miao Yuan mention this person, Murong Feng was impressed. "He is Elder Ruolin's new second disciple, Mo Ya. He is the winner of a competition among all the disciples. He has the blood of the demons, but not all of them. He also has some blood of the immortals."

"Immortals?" Miao Yuan was surprised. It turned out that Mo Ya was the result of a marriage between the immortals and the demons. No wonder he was not afraid of Mo Zhong. It turned out that he had the blood of the immortals in him.

Yu Heng drank another glass of wine, lowered his head, and his emotions could not be heard. "He was lucky. After a few competitions, he became the direct disciple of Elder Ruolin."

And he...

You will be a disciple of your master throughout your entire life.

Fearing that Yu Heng might say something else, Murong Feng quickly picked up the wine cup on the table and clinked it with his, "Brother, I toast you."

"Okay, drink!"

Yu Heng smiled and drank a few more glasses.

But Miao Yuan was a little worried. What happened to Senior Brother Yu Heng tonight? Why did he look unhappy?