The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 587: Sealing the Altar Master, Don’t Cry
Altar entrance

As the disciples left, the last few people who appeared at the door of the altar were the elders of Cangling Mountain.

Murong Feng held Miao Yuan, who had fainted on the ground, and his eyes turned red with anxiety, "Elder..."

What should I do? Junior Sister Miaoyuan fainted.

Hua Zhenyan glanced at them, but rarely said anything, and strode away. His expression looked really bad, and I guess he was also worried about Han Mo's disciples.

Chu Mengcheng and Ruolin walked over quickly, sighing, "Hurry up and take disciple Miaoyuan back. This was also an order from the sect master, and we have no other choice."

"Yes, let's go back. The altar is full of spiritual energy and no one will disturb us. It is a great place to practice. The restrictions on disciple Han Mo have been lifted, and the rest of his fate depends on himself."

Murong Feng was shocked, "Han... Junior Brother Han Mo's restrictions have been lifted?"

Han Liang was also a little surprised. Wasn't it said that the restriction was left by the marriage between the immortals and the demons? As long as it was born from an intermarriage, the restriction would accompany the child for life. How could Junior Brother Han Mo lift it so quickly?

"Well, it's solved..." Chu Mengcheng turned around and looked at the majestic altar. At this moment, as a master, he had to admire Han Mo's perseverance and growth. Han Mo was really the best and most outstanding one among this batch of disciples.

Putting aside the Blood Spirit Pearl Flower, Han Mo’s own perseverance and terrifying persistence are the most terrifying.

Who could have thought that the restrictions placed by Her Highness Yuheng on the God of War Baijin would one day be broken and conquered by her son Han Mo.

"Let's all go back..."

"Don't come to Fenglingtai again in the future."

Murong Feng held the unconscious Miao Yuan in his arms. The eyes of this tall and strong man turned red and tears fell.

Junior Brother Han Mo, you must be well. Junior Sister Miao Yuan is waiting for you outside.

After the elders left, Murong Feng and Han Liang took Miao Yuan down the mountain. All the disciples watched Brother Murong holding the unconscious Sister Miao Yuan and walking down from the altar step by step, but no one dared to say a word.

After getting down from the altar, Miao Yuan lay in her own courtyard and fell into a deep sleep.

“Han Mo…”

"Han Mo, where are you?"

"cold……"

"What is she mumbling?" Mo Zhong sat in front of Miao Yuan's couch, listening to her mumbling with some anxiety. But he could not hear clearly, and did not know what she was saying.

Murong Feng shook his head with a sullen face. He was far away and couldn't hear clearly, but he could guess who Junior Sister Miao Yuan was thinking about at that moment.

Master Nan Kui was seriously injured and could not come to see the doctor for the time being. The one who treated Miao Yuan's injury was Master Nan Kui's disciple, Qing Yu.

After Qingyu examined and treated them, she comforted them, "Junior Sister Miaoyuan is fine, you can rest assured."

Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Sister Miao Yuan absorbed the spiritual power of the Yixiang Pearl, so she has plenty of spiritual power. Nothing will happen to her for the time being. However, because her emotions fluctuated too much, her body was stimulated for a while, so she fainted."

"Later I will have someone prepare some soothing medicine for Junior Sister Miao Yuan. Let her have a good rest for a while, and she will wake up."

Murong Feng nodded, "Thank you, Junior Sister Qingyu."

"Brother, you are welcome. This is Qingyu's responsibility. My master still needs Qingyu's care. If you brothers have nothing else to do, Qingyu will take his leave first."

"Okay, Junior Brother Kuiyin, you can see Junior Sister Qingyu off."

Qingyu shook her head, carried her medicine box and left. "No need, just take care of Junior Sister Miaoyuan."

After Qingyu left, Murong Feng asked them to leave first, leaving him alone to take care of Miaoyuan.

Kuiyin didn't want to leave, and Hanliang didn't want to leave either. Mozhong didn't want to leave even more, as he had to wait for Miaoyuan to wake up and return her little pet to her.

There was no other way, Murong Feng could only take them to the courtyard to wait. They waited until dark, and Miao Yuan finally woke up.

When Murong Feng came in with a cup of hot tea, Miao Yuan opened her eyes and stared blankly at her bed curtain, not knowing what she was thinking about. Murong Feng put down the cup distressedly, "Junior Sister Miao Yuan, don't think too much for now. After a few days, when the turmoil of this matter has passed, we will go and ask Master to let Junior Brother Han Mo out."

"no need……"

"What?" Murong Feng almost thought he had misheard. He hurried forward to look at her.

Miao Yuan said softly: "It's good for him to stay in there. At least he won't be hurt again in the future."

Murong Feng clenched the teacup in his hand, feeling very distressed, "Junior sister?"

"Brother, I'm tired. You've been with me all day. Go back and let me be alone for a while."

"Junior sister..."

Miao Yuan closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to hear the outside noise anymore.

Murong Feng held the hot teacup in his hand and turned around helplessly. At this moment, Mo Zhong, Han Liang and Kui Yin were standing at the door looking at him. Seeing Murong Feng looking over, they wanted to speak anxiously.

How's it going?

What did she say?

Several people expressed their opinions silently.

Murong Feng shook his head gently, turned around and sighed helplessly. The hearts of the people at the door suddenly sank to the bottom. No way, this kid is really desperate?
Murong Feng knew that Junior Sister Miao Yuan must be very sad at this moment, but as her senior brother, he could do nothing.

"Then you should have a good rest and get well. Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you."

Murong Feng walked forward, carefully put down the hot tea in his hand, and said a few words of comfort to Miao Yuan. Seeing that Miao Yuan did not respond, Murong Feng slightly tightened his grip, turned around and strode away.

Several people gathered at the door but didn't know what to do.

"Senior brother..."

"Are we just going to leave her like this?"

"Yes, Senior Brother, what did you just say?"

"Yeah, how's that little brat?"

Murong Feng didn't say a word, but he pursed his lips tightly together, almost into a straight line, and his expression became even more gloomy.

A few people looked at each other and didn't dare to speak. "Okay, then we'll go back first."

Several people left the courtyard one after another.

When Mo Zhong left, he left Nuoming with her and urged Nuoming to go and comfort the little ghost as he was afraid that the little ghost would try to commit suicide again.

Although he was not clear about the relationship between Miao Yuan and Han Mo, but seeing Miao Yuan's half-dead look, Mo Zhong knew in his heart that the relationship between these two was very important.

After Nuoming was put down, he ran into the house quickly, extremely happy.

"Chirp chirp..."

Master, I'm back! ! Master, I missed you so much! !
Miao Yuan opened her eyes when she heard Nuoming's cry. As soon as she sat up, Nuoming jumped onto her body.

"Chirp, chirp..." Master, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?

"Nuo Ming?" Miao Yuan smiled at the little guy who suddenly appeared in front of her, but what followed was a feeling of grievance and sadness.

"Wuwuwu, Nuoming, the big snake can't get out. What should I do if the big snake can't get out anymore..."

"Chirp!" Master! ! Don't cry! !

"Ah, wuwuwu..." Miaoyuan hugged Nuoming and cried bitterly.

The few people who walked to the gate of the courtyard suddenly stopped, feeling mixed emotions.