The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

In front of the desk

Miaoyuan pulled him to sit down in the empty space next to her and asked, "Do you know that senior sister? Why did she pull you? She also said some strange words."

Han Mo didn't understand why the senior sister pulled him, but he thought she must be joking and shouldn't take it to heart.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

"Then what did she mean by those words?"

Han Mo: "..."

How to explain this to her.

Murong Feng sat on the other side and listened to their conversation with a smile: "Junior Sister is not very experienced in the world, so she probably still doesn't understand many things, but you don't have to take it to heart, Junior Sister Fanlu has such an informal temperament."

"Fan... Lu?" Miaoyuan turned to look at him. It turned out that the woman was called Fan Lu. She had a nice name, but her personality was a bit too willful.

"Well, she is the daughter of Elder Fanli, and she is also a close disciple of Elder Fanli. She treats new disciples like this, so Junior Brother Hanmo doesn't need to take it to heart."

Han Mo nodded and saluted him, "Thank you, senior brother, Han Mo understands."

"Now that the apprenticeship ceremony has been completed, the junior sister is the master's disciple. In the future, I will introduce you to the senior brothers and sisters in this sect one by one."

Miaoyuan smiled and nodded, "Yes, thank you very much, senior brother."

"Well," Murong Feng was about to say something more when he saw someone coming over from the opposite side holding a wine glass.

"Congratulations, little junior sister, you have become our sect master's close disciple as soon as you arrive."

Miaoyuan looked up and saw the man wearing the same dress as her and hanging the same green jade pendant as her, walking slowly towards her.

But her face was smiling, but her face was as cold as a hidden knife, which no one could ignore.

"You..." She stood up, and Han Mo beside her followed suit.

Murong Feng stood up and stepped forward, "Junior sister Yuntong, you are so polite. Who doesn't know that at the birthday banquet of junior sister Miaoyuan, the master himself said that he wanted her to join the family and become his master?"

"Tsk," she chuckled, turning her gaze to Murong Feng with a bit of amusement, "Senior brother is well-informed? Why haven't I heard about it?"

"Haven't you heard?" Murong Feng looked at her with a strange expression, then looked at her for a week and then fell on her body.

"No way. I remember that all the famous people in the world have gone."

"Pfft," someone couldn't help but laugh out loud, knowing that Senior Brother Murong did it on purpose.

Angry, Yuntong's face suddenly changed and became extremely gloomy, "Senior Brother, what do you mean by this? I practice and study day and night, but I can't compare to Senior Brother's leisure time every day!"

The words came back with irony.

Who doesn't know that although Murong Feng and Yu Heng are disciples of the sect leader, they have almost no one to teach them, and they all rely on their own abilities to become talented.

To put it nicely, Murong Feng and Yu Heng are the disciples of the sect master, his disciples, and the senior brothers and teachers of the sect disciples. To put it lightly, they are the servants who serve tea and water inside and outside Feng Lingxuan.

There are no close disciples under the major elders who have been reused.

Murong Feng seemed to have been stabbed with scars, and his face suddenly darkened, "Junior Sister Yuntong, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"

"I said..." Yuntong was not afraid of him falling out. She didn't take his identity and status seriously at all, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by the person behind her.

"Senior Brother Murong, don't take it to heart, Junior Sister Yuntong is just joking." Yuntong turned around and saw Fan Lu coming over, "Senior Sister?"

Fan Li glanced at her without changing his expression, walked up to her, and shouted: "You don't look at any occasion, is it your turn to be arrogant?"

Yuntong quickly lowered his head and saluted, "Yuntong doesn't dare."

"Senior brother..." Miaoyuan hurriedly walked over and pulled him back by his sleeves.

Murong Feng said nothing more, turned around and sat down, angrily picked up the wine cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

In his life, he hated the most when others spoke to him like this.This is also the biggest shame for him and Senior Brother Yu Heng.

Fan Lu walked over with a smile, "Okay, Senior Brother Murong, she is a bit more straightforward when speaking, but she never meant to disrespect you, right, Yuntong?"

She turned to look at Yuntong again, signaling her to come forward and bow her head to admit her mistake, but not to disrupt the apprenticeship banquet and be punished by the master again when she went back.

Even if Yun Tong was unwilling in every possible way, she would not dare to disobey Senior Sister Ao Fanlu's order.She had no choice but to step forward with the wine glass in her hand, lowered her head and saluted, "Senior Brother Murong, don't take it to heart. It's Yuntong's fault. Yuntong will punish himself with a drink."

"No need," Murong Feng lowered his head, poured himself another glass of cold wine, and chuckled, "Junior sister Yuntong is right, after all, senior brother has a free day, and cannot compare to junior sister who practices day and night!"

Yuntong's hand holding the wine glass trembled and he almost spilled the wine.

Murong Feng drank another glass of wine before putting down the cup, stood up and left.

"Senior brother?!" Miaoyuan was about to chase after her when her arm was held by Han Mo behind her.

She turned around and saw him shaking his head slightly, "Let senior brother be alone for a while."

After all, this kind of thing is more or less embarrassing and makes people feel uncomfortable.Besides, Senior Brother Murong is a role model for other disciples. It is really unjustifiable to be laughed at like this in front of everyone.

Miaoyuan knew in her heart that her senior brother really needed to be alone now, so she did not stop her senior brother from leaving. Instead, she turned around and walked to the table and picked up the tea cup.

She turned around and walked towards the two of them, "Miaoyuan is entering the mountains for the first time. There are a lot of things she doesn't understand. I hope the two senior sisters will take care of her in the future."

Fan Lu asked someone to bring her own wine glass, looked at her with a smile and said, "Junior sister, you're welcome. I think there must be something special about me being able to be the sect master's disciple."

"Senior sister Miao Zan, Miaoyuan is certainly not as good as the two senior sisters. They have advanced cultivation and powerful skills."

Fan Lu took her wine glass and touched it gently with her, "Junior sister, don't worry, given time, you can do it too."

Yuntong did not clink glasses with her, but snorted, "Junior sister, it's good if you know."

If her father hadn't been His Highness the King of Hell and she was the only His Highness in the Ghost Clan, how could she have become the sect master's disciple and become the only closed disciple?

Just relying on her cultivation skills that are less than 100 million years old?Still relying on her status as an adult!
After hearing this, Miaoyuan lowered her head, drank all the bitter tea in the tea cup, and ignored what she said.

No matter why she became a disciple of her master, it was time to do so now.She can bear whatever they want to say or do.

Just watch and see who can really make it to the end.

Han Mo looked at the villain in front of him and didn't know what to feel. It was only at this moment that he understood the true painstaking efforts of General Hei Chang and General Bai Chang.

According to Manzhu's temperament, she really shouldn't come to Cangling Mountain.But only by coming here can she grow quickly and achieve His Highness the King of Hell's expectations.

I just hope that he can protect her a little bit, even just a little bit.