The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 205 Loss and death in succession
"Your Highness..."

"I am an Elf from Qingtianyuan. You must also know that the Elf has spiritual power to heal others, so I know very well that with my current physical condition, I am afraid...I am afraid that I will not have much time left."

"The death of the Demon King has always been the biggest pain in my heart. I have been in the human race for 19 years. I have been trapped in the human race since the day you were born."

"The demon king contains huge power. For this power, they may do some unforgivable things. If they can absorb my spiritual power, they will definitely find a way to absorb your spiritual power. Although Your current spiritual power is not high, but they may not absorb other people’s spiritual power to achieve their own goals.”

"Your Highness, you must be careful of the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan has magical weapons like Lian Zhuxuan Shang and others that absorb spiritual power. There may not be any other shady, dark and scary things in their hands."

"You must...be careful..." Jie Ya still wanted to say something, but the sudden blood seeping out of the corners of her mouth made her raise the corners of her lips weakly.

She thought she could hold on for a little longer, but she didn't expect it, she didn't expect it.

"Jie Ya?!" Miao Yuan was shocked when she heard what she said, but before she could react, she saw her holding on tightly and using all her strength to look at her for the last time.

"I want...I'm going to see the king..."

"Jie Ya... don't... don't Jie Ya..." Miao Yuan cried and stretched out her hand, touching her face, shaking her head in fear, "Don't, don't... wuwuwuwu..."

"Jie Ya?!" Bai Chang rushed over, took a look, and hurriedly ran out.

"Come on someone!!"

"Hurry up and find Elder Juexun!!"

Jie Ya remembered her appearance deeply in her mind and closed her eyes with a smile.

King, wait for me.Wait for me to describe to you how cute, innocent and beautiful your little highness looks.

She was satisfied at this moment.

"Jie Ya!! Ah...!!" Miao Yuan hugged her and cried bitterly, and her painful screams echoed throughout the hall.

In the hell, for a moment, the lush mandala flowers that were blooming suddenly withered and withered, and the fallen flowers scattered all over the ground, as if they were telling the silent sadness.

Yan Yi stepped out of the Wuqing Hall and looked at the petals falling all over the sky outside the hall. His face was as cold as frost, his black clothes were fluttering, and his black hair was flying high, which formed a sharp contrast with the bloody mandala flowers.

The surrounding ghost servants did not dare to get close, they knelt far away and did not dare to express their anger.

How many thousands of years have it passed since I saw the petals of this flower falling?

This is the first time since His Highness the Queen of Hell left that the ghost flowers are withering all over the sky. Something big is going to happen.

Soon

The ghost servant Maoding, who ran to check, hurriedly ran back, knelt down and trembled and said: "Your Highness, King of Hell, it's not good, the elf Jieya...she has lost her spiritual power and died."

Everyone in the ghost tribe was shocked.

……

midnight
The apse of the Hall of Mercy

Yan Yi pushed the door open and walked in. He saw that the entire hall was deserted and quiet. There was no sound or noise. It was as if no one lived there. There was no liveliness at all in the past.

When he stepped into the palace bed, he saw a ball on the peach wood bed, and the little glutinous rice dumpling was hiding under the quilt and crying.

She cried in a very small voice, perhaps her voice was hoarse from crying and she could no longer cry out, but she felt uncomfortable in the bottom of her heart, as if crying could relieve the sadness in her heart.

Yan Yi walked forward, and the little dumpling under the quilt seemed to sense it, and suddenly cried louder.

"Ah wuwuwu...Father...Jie Ya is dead, she is dead!! Even Grandpa Juexun can't save her! I can't save her father either!!"

"It was the people from the Dragon Clan who killed her! It was them who sucked the spiritual power from her body, which caused her body to be depleted and died!!"

Yan Yi sat beside the bed, gently pulled the quilt away from her body, and said in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"

"Father...wuwuwu..." Miaoyuan showed her head, her pink and white face was red under the quilt, her breathing became more and more urgent, and she became more and more choked.

Her purple eyes were filled with red tears at this moment, her pupils were also red, and the ends of her eyes were also red, as if she had been greatly wronged and pitiful.

As soon as she saw him, she crawled over, grabbed the corner of his clothes and wiped her tears, and said aggrievedly: "Father, you will definitely help Jie Ya to avenge her, right?"

He didn't say anything, but seeing her looking so aggrieved, he felt a little touched in his heart.

"Father!" She grabbed the sleeve of his hand tightly, looked directly into his eyes, and asked: "You should know that it is the disease caused by the dragon tribe that has killed so many people from the human tribe! You also know, They sucked Jie Ya’s spiritual power, causing Jie Ya’s body to suffer physical damage and died!!”

"You know better that they pretended to be you, took away Shuilu, and killed her in the wind and frost forest, leaving this matter without any evidence!!"

"You also know that no matter how much you continue to investigate, the Dragon Clan people will never hand over the real culprit!!" "But why do you insist on continuing the investigation? Don't you want to punish them?"

"No," he said softly, which was the answer she had guessed.

"Father!!" Miaoyuan's anxious eyes became moist again, and she opened her mouth to cry.

She knew that her father didn't really want to punish them, he just wanted to preserve the reputation of the ghost tribe for the sake of the ghost tribe.

What her father wanted was not a murderer, but a real explanation, an explanation for pretending to be him and killing people in the ghost clan, not any other explanation.

Perhaps the Dragon Clan people would soon give his father an answer to this explanation.

But she doesn't want this explanation, she wants the real culprit behind the scenes to be brought to justice.

"But they will be punished." Yan Yi suddenly said this, which surprised her.

This was the first time that her father actually believed that retribution would come.

Miaoyuan held back her tears and raised her eyes to look at him, "Really?"

Yan Yi nodded, "Really, they will die badly."

"When will retribution come?"

"almost."

"Almost?" Miaoyuan looked at her father. It didn't look like he was lying, but he didn't look like he was praying either. It seemed that what he said was... true.

"You can stay in this palace with peace of mind and wait and see how the Dragon Clan digs its own grave and kills itself."

"What do you want to do, father?"

"I won't do anything." Yan Yi tore off his sleeves that were stained by her tears with a wave of air, and threw them in front of her.

"Come on, tell me. What did Jie Ya tell you about your mother before she died?"

Miaoyuan picked up his sleeve and was about to be moved when she suddenly heard this sentence and laughed angrily, "Father, did you come to see me because of my mother?"

She thought her father was overflowing with paternal love and couldn't bear to see her sad, so he came to see her. She was overthinking it.

Yan Yi said with a dark face, "I don't have time to joke with you."

Miaoyuan wiped her eyes with the broken sleeve and snorted: "She didn't tell me anything about my mother. She only told me to be careful about those dragon people, saying that the dragon people would suck her spiritual power. In the future, He’ll suck mine too.”

"They also said that the dragon tribe will definitely do some bad things in the future, so I should be careful. I heard from Jie Ya that they also have a treasure called Lianzhu Xuanshang, which can absorb the spiritual power of all living things in the world. It's scary. ”

Yan Yi nodded, "There's more."

He had guessed all this, so he was not interested in these things at all. He just wanted to listen to something that interested him.

"Also..." Miaoyuan's face suddenly became serious and solemn, "She told me that my mother's death was not as simple as the rebellion between the Peacock clan and the Toba clan. There must be secrets hidden in it that we don't know. "

"Yeah," Yan Yi didn't look surprised, as if he had already guessed that it was not simple.

Miaoyuan was extremely surprised, "Father, do you also think that my mother's death was caused by someone else?"

"No, you don't have to think so much. Now that you have set up this etching formation in your palace, you need to practice more so that you can live up to the efforts of the people in this formation. I will take care of the rest."

"Father!!" Miaoyuan stood up, grabbed his hand that was about to leave, met his majestic and empty gaze, and said in a low voice, "If you know anything about my mother's death, you must tell me, I I am my mother’s daughter and I have the right to know.”

"Okay, I understand and will tell you."

"Well," Miaoyuan let go of her hand and watched her father turn and leave.

It wasn't until his figure was about to disappear and she was leaving the palace bedroom that she suddenly remembered something important.

"Father——!!"

"Jie Ya also said, let me be careful about Di Ji!!"

Yan Yi paused for a moment, then lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "I know."

Then he raised his feet and strode away, and the silence returned to the hall for a moment.

(End of this chapter)