The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 571: Pets were captured and made into soup
midnight
The dark fog was thick and the cold wind was blowing. Outside the Fenglingxuan Hall, the moonlight was bright and shining, reflecting two tall and lonely figures.

"Brother, why are you still drinking?"

Under the shadow of the wall, Murong Feng snatched the wine jug from Yu Heng's hand, his face full of helplessness. He wanted to persuade him but didn't know how.

"What? You don't allow me to drink? Who are you? Why do you control me?"

Yu Heng was angry, and he could hardly hide the smell of alcohol on his body. He went up and snatched the wine jug back from Murong Feng's hand, then pushed the figure in front of him aside and continued drinking.

"Senior Brother?!" Murong Feng was pushed back, his eyes wide open.

Yu Heng drank the boiling hot wine, forced a bitter smile on his face, and said some drunken nonsense that no one knew where it came from: "Today is such a good day, another new disciple joins the sect, hahahaha... and he's a direct disciple... a direct disciple..."

"Brother, you are drunk." Murong Feng was afraid that Yu Heng would say something outrageous, so he stepped forward to stop him.

Yu Heng, however, pushed Murong Feng away again and took the wine jug into his arms, holding it tightly. "I'm not drunk, don't touch me, and don't touch my wine."

"Brother!" Murong Feng was a little angry. Is he really crazy? This is Feng Lingxuan, and the master has eyes and ears everywhere. What nonsense is he talking about here?

"Why..."

"Why are they all direct disciples? Why?!"

Yu Heng was drunk and poured out the words that he had suppressed for a long time. He felt uncomfortable, not only because he saw a ceremony of apprenticeship for others tonight, but also because he had been in the mountains for so long but had never received any teachings from his master.

"Brother..." Murong Feng was helpless, but he had to step forward to dissuade Yu Heng, "You can't drink anymore."

And he!

The person in front of him had received teachings from his master time and time again.

Why can't he?
They were both disciples, but Murong Feng could follow Junior Sister Miao Yuan and listen to the master's teachings and techniques together. But he, Yu Heng, could only be content to be behind others, and even be the eldest brother who could be bullied by everyone.

He was unwilling and angry!
Yu Heng pushed the person in front of him away with all his strength. He was drunk and angry but had no place to vent. Murong Feng happened to come over to dissuade him, so Yu Heng vented all his anger and unwillingness on him.

"Get out of here! You don't have to pretend to be a nice person here! You are angry and you hate it, but you pretend that you didn't see or hear anything. You are just deceiving yourself!"

Murong Feng was pushed by Yu Heng and stood there in a daze, "Master... Senior Brother?"

What nonsense is the senior brother talking about? What is the anger and disgust? Who is deceiving himself?
"Murong Feng!" Yu Heng slammed the wine jug to the ground with a bang, and roared at him with a red face.

"You don't have to pretend to be nice in front of me!!"

This time Murong Feng heard it clearly; his senior brother was really talking about him.

"You hate them too, don't you?"

Yu Heng came forward, and under the cool moonlight, Murong Feng clearly saw the unwillingness and pain on Yu Heng's face, as well as the boredom and anxiety that had been suppressed day after day, and the deep jealousy towards him.

Murong Feng was stunned in the place, forgetting to react for a long time. He didn't know that his senior brother's depression was partly because of him.

Miao Yuan on the other end was also stunned. She held the Tongyin Ling in her hand, and for the first time she heard the words hidden in the deepest part of Senior Brother Yu Heng's heart so directly and clearly, and she also understood why Senior Brother Yu Heng was unhappy tonight.

It turns out that this is what Senior Brother Yuheng has always cared about the most.

"Please speak!"

Yu Heng suddenly reached out and grabbed Murong Feng's collar. He lost control and started yelling at Murong Feng, determined to get the answer he wanted.

"Do you think that's the case?"

"Do you hate them too? Do you also want to be Master's personal disciple? Do you also want Master to teach you every day like this?"

"Please speak!"

"Speak!" Yu Heng dragged Murong Feng to the wall, blocking his body and questioning him like crazy. But Murong Feng had a dull expression, not knowing how to respond. He couldn't understand why Brother Yu Heng, who was always reserved and calm, became so uncontrollable after drinking a pot of hot wine.

Nuoming was so scared that he dug a hole and tried to run away. It was too scary. This disciple Yuheng was crazy. He was going to beat up disciple Murong. If he didn't run away, he would probably be beaten up next.

"Where do you want to run?"

A tall figure suddenly bent down, picked up Nuoming from the corner, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

“Chirp, chirp…” Who?! Let me go?! I am the young master of the ghost clan, who dares to catch me?!

Nuoming was held upside down in someone's hand. His whole body felt extremely uncomfortable and he almost vomited the food he had eaten the night before.

"Oh? Just a small pet. Crushing you to death is as easy as crushing an ant. Why should I be afraid of?" Mo Zhong was holding the little mouse in his hand and uttering harsh words. There was no trace of kindness in his eyes.

Nuoming then opened his eyes and saw clearly that the person in front of him was actually the little prince of the demon clan - Mo Zhong. This bad little devil.

"Chirp, chirp..." Master, save me! Save me quickly! !

Nuoming held the brown ball tightly in his hand, closed his eyes tightly again, and trembled with fear.

Mo Zhong then noticed that the little guy was holding a magical instrument, Tong Yin Ling. Instantly, the cruelty on Mo Zhong's face disappeared, revealing a happy smile.

"Hey kid, are you listening?"

Miao Yuan was so angry that she almost smashed the Tongyin Ling in her hand, but she held back for the sake of Nuoming's safety. What was this damn little devil up to when he didn't sleep in the middle of the night?

"What do you want to do?" Miao Yuan calmed down and negotiated with him holding the Tongyin Ling in her hand.

She sent Nuoming to follow Senior Brother Murong because she wanted to know why Senior Brother Yuheng was drunk. This little prince of the demon clan didn't look like he was there to persuade people to drink. He must have some conspiracy.

"Tonight, you made me look bad in front of everyone. Now I'm going to catch your pet and make soup with it. Is that reasonable?"

"You——" Miao Yuan was so angry that she wanted to hit him. She knew that this little devil would say something bad when he opened his mouth. He wanted to catch Nuoming and make soup? And it was justified?

He thought beautifully!

Nuoming was so scared that he almost cried. "Chijiji..." Woo woo woo, master, save me, save me quickly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Miao Yuan spoke to comfort it.

Then he said to Mo Zhong: "It's impossible to make soup. At worst, you can make me look bad in front of everyone."

"Oh, I'm not that stingy. I'll let your little pet play with me for a few days. Once it's happy, I'll let it go."

"Are you right..."

Mo Zhong turned his head to look at the two people who were harassing him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, obviously his mood had improved, "Senior Brother Murong?"

Murong Feng suddenly reacted as if cold water had poured over him. He hastily pushed Yu Heng away and said coldly, "Brother, you are really drunk. I'll have someone take you back."

After saying this, Murong Feng left in a hurry.

Yu Heng was drunk and leaning against the wall. As soon as Murong Feng left, he seemed to have lost his support and collapsed to the ground, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.

"My direct disciple..."

Mo Zhong sighed. This guy must be crazy about being a direct disciple. He didn't go back to sleep at night and was just lying here dreaming. Mo Zhong threw the Nuoming in his hand into the space spirit ring, and then left Feng Lingxuan in a swagger.

The moon's shadow lengthened, Yu Heng sat alone on the ground, looking up at the starry sky, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.

Not far away, the wine jug that had fallen to the ground was still emitting a strong smell of wine, as if it was expressing some resentment.