Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 259
Lan Jiu and Zhu Yi looked at each other, stopped in front of the room at the end of the corridor, Lan Jiu raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The person inside immediately said: "Please come in—"

Lan Jiu pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as she entered, she smelled a mellow and elegant scent of incense, but the smell was too strong, which made her feel uncomfortable. She frowned and walked in. Bead curtain screen partition.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the person sitting at the table drinking tea looked back, with a faint smile on his lips, he was stunned when he saw Lan Jiu, and only slightly straightened his face when he saw the candle: " Is it that you want to see the king?"

It turned out to be a prince, no wonder he could be the backer of Yurenfang, Zhu Yi's guess was right.

Lan Jiu sized him up a few times, "Which prince are you?"

"Prince Ping, I don't know how to address you two?"

Prince Ping was a little dissatisfied with Lan Jiu's attitude, but he didn't show it clearly, and his tone was still very gentle.

"You opened the Yurenfang? Is there anyone else involved in the royal family?"

Zhuyi stepped forward and stood beside Lan Jiu and asked.

Prince Ping's face was completely ugly. He stood up, looked at the two of them across the table, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting. If you want to settle accounts, you have to know better." Zhu Yi looked at him with a half-smile.

"You didn't come here to discuss cooperation, but to find fault?" No matter how slow he was, King Ping should have reacted.

His face was gloomy, and he looked at the two of them with disdain: "It's up to you?"

"It's just us, who allowed you to hunt and kill mermaids?" Lan Jiu's temper was completely turned up, she raised her hand, and the blue spiritual power turned into a rope and wrapped around King Ping, who was caught off guard and pulled over .

"Presumptuous! Come on—"

King Ping yelled to the outside, but Zhu Yi didn't stop them. As soon as they came up, they sensed the coercion in another room, and the masters of the Spirit King Realm lived next to them.

The next moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man in his 40s walked in, "What are you doing?"

"Uncle Huang, save me! They are here to find fault!"

King Ping's own strength is very weak, and he is not Lan Jiu's opponent at all, so he is very sensible, and he didn't try to resist, but called his parents if he couldn't beat him.

"Uncle Emperor?" Lan Jiu's eyes turned cold, "It's really a family."

The man called Uncle Huang has a serious face, looks serious, and has a sense of oppression all over his body. Just looking at him like this, Lan Jiu can feel the invisible pressure.

Then she realized that the person in front of her was releasing coercion.

She held Ping Wang's collar with one hand, and made a tactic with the other, and a water-like barrier suddenly appeared in front of her, barely resisting it for a while.

Uncle Huang smiled: "Great Spiritualist? You are young and have good qualifications. In this case, I will give you a chance to serve the royal family in the future, and I will spare you this time."

Lan Jiu sneered: "Dream, I will never die with you!"

Uncle Huang was puzzled, "What are you doing in Yurenfang to make trouble? Stand up for Yuren?"

"Hahahaha——" he laughed loudly: "Stop messing around, what is there for mermaids to help you? It's not worth taking your life for these bastards."

At this time, he still flirted with Lan Jiu with a look of ease.

Zhu Yi's complexion was gloomy, and he raised his palms and struck out: "Bitch? Where is your nobility?"

Uncle Huang glanced at him, at first he didn't take him seriously, he casually raised his hand to meet him, but he didn't expect Zhuyi's spiritual power to be so thick and pure. Shocked by the remaining force of the impact, he took a step back.

This made his complexion change drastically. He has been rampant in the imperial city for a long time, and he has never met an opponent. Today, he stumbled against a junior.

Lan Jiu stopped, threw King Ping to the ground, and then called out the long sword Zhu Wanqing gave her, pointing the tip of the sword at King Ping's throat.

King Ping was so frightened that he almost became cross-eyed. He asked with some fear, "What exactly do you want to do? Do you know any of those mermaids? It would be great if you brought them back. We can talk and discuss. I can’t go anymore, I’m a prince after all, if you kill me, you’re going against the entire royal family!”

Threats are one set of one set, but the words are sharp.

"So what about opposing the royal family, you are the ones who are not benevolent—even if you let all the mermen go now, I will not let you go!"

Lan Jiu's face was very ugly. Thinking of the numb appearance of those sharks, her heart throbbed. Through them, Lan Jiu saw her past self. She knew the pain best, so no matter what, she would not let it go. Over the culprit!

"Then there is nothing to say, Yurenfang, you can't move!"

The emperor's uncle suddenly exploded, his whole body's aura surged, and his spiritual power rushed in. He clenched his hands in the void, and two scimitars emerged, faintly bloody and murderous.

Zhu Yi's eyes sharpened: "There is a breath of demons on it, are you colluding with demons?!"

"What?" Lan Jiu was startled, and then looked at the emperor's uncle with even more disgust.

Uncle Huang frowned tightly, "Who the hell are you?"

Zhu Yi snorted coldly, drew out her own sword, and whispered in a golden light: "The one who wants to kill you!"

Lan Jiu stared intently at the moves of the emperor's uncle. There was a wisp of black air wrapped around the two scimitars, which gave her a very familiar feeling. Then she realized that it was the breath of the demon king in the monster forest!
"You colluded with the devil, what do you want to do?"

"Devil King?" King Ping didn't know about it at all. Hearing this, he was stunned and looked at the uncle in disbelief. How could it be possible to collude with the demons with something outside the window?"

Lan Jiu ignored him, glanced at him like an idiot, thought for a while, and then sent a letter to Master, regardless of whether it has anything to do with the Demon Race, she still has to tell her about the trouble in Yurenfang, so that she can understand One preparation, if it is confirmed that it has something to do with the demons, this matter is not just a personal enmity.

Uncle Huang set up an enchantment on the third floor and fought with Zhuyi.

Zhuyi was not as good as the emperor's uncle in terms of realm, but his spiritual power was more mellow than the emperor's uncle, and it was also mixed with divine power. For a while, the two fought hard.

Lan Jiu beat Ping Wang up. She didn't even use her spiritual power, she just punched him.

He was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up, and kept spitting out acid water.

Lan Jiu was still puzzled, and stabbed his dantian with a sword, and his inner alchemy burst open. King Ping wailed in pain, and Lan Jiu looked at him condescendingly: "I won't let you die, don't worry, I just let you die." You will not be able to cultivate in the future, and you will suffer from the collapse of your spiritual power every day, and your life would be worse than death, this is your retribution!"

After she finished speaking, she ignored King Ping who was rolling on the ground, and turned to look at Zhu Yi and Uncle Huang.

The two palms met again, and the uncle's forehead was covered with sweat.

(End of this chapter)