The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Inside the Mozhu Pavilion
Miaoyuan lay on the stone table and didn't want to talk anymore.

Murong Feng continued: "Junior sister Yuntong who attacked Junior Brother Hanmo was punished with 10 years of confinement, copied the sect's rules a hundred times, and struck twenty times with the ruler, and -"

Miaoyuan looked up from her arms to look at him, her expression was very serious and focused, as if she must hear what kind of punishment she would receive before she would be willing to accept it.

"Kicked out of the master's door, from now on, I will no longer be a closed disciple of Elder Fanli. I will temporarily stay in Fanyin Pavilion to suffer."

She chuckled, "This is the punishment she deserves."

"But this punishment is still a bit harsh." Murong Feng couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart.

"This article is specifically marked in the sect's sect rules. I remember that anyone who sneaks up on the disciples after the competition will be imprisoned for 10 years, and will be punished by copying the sect's sect rules a hundred times, and will also be punished with twenty rulers. There is no such thing as expulsion from the school."

"Then why is this?" Miaoyuan also wanted to know the reason and why.

Murong Feng shook his head, "I'm not sure about this, but I'm afraid..."

"Is it possible that Elder Hua made a decision to punish Yuntong specifically for the sake of the snake?!" Miaoyuan guessed at random.

Murong Feng still shook his head, "Probably not. After all, Elder Hua is not Yuntong's master, Elder Fanli is."

Miaoyuan pouted, "So what? My close disciple was attacked, so Elder Hua will protect him more or less."

Although he was not very good to Orochi, just from the injuries she saw, she could already guess that Orochi had been punished by him several times.

But he is Orochi's master after all, and Orochi is still his close disciple. Now that Orochi is being bullied, as a master, he will help Orochi regardless of circumstances or reason.

Murong Feng followed her words and said: "But Elder Fanli will definitely protect Yuntong, but why it is still like this is unknown."

"Why do you care so much?" Miaoyuan pushed away the tea cup in front of her unhappily and lay helplessly on the stone table. Her two slender arms stretched out lazily, almost touching the one in front of Murongfeng. The tea cup is gone.

"I am about to go to the person who is training in front of the master. I have no control over how she behaves."

"Why are you going to be trained?" Murong Feng took the tea cup away from him, fearing that she would knock it over and burn her again.

"You want to follow the master and learn more advanced techniques and cultivation. How can you be trained?"

"Why can't it be for training?" Miaoyuan, with her beautiful purple hair scattered, looked at him angrily, because the warm sun behind her was bright and the daylight was bright, so her body had a bit more colorful glow, and her cheeks There was also some glowing red warmth in it.

"Master's prestige is known all over the world. Who knows? Compared with my father, it's worse than my father. If I have a choice, I don't want to practice in front of him and be scolded by him. I would rather follow you, Senior Brother Murong."

Murong Feng was surprised, but he was a little happy in his heart, "You...you really want to stay with me?"

She nodded, "Well, I think Senior Brother taught you very well."

She likes his teaching method. He is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He takes one step at a time and can learn solidly and reliably.

He smiled, very happy, a joy rarely seen in millions of years, "Okay, in that case, I will ask the master for you later."

"Okay, then thank you, senior brother." Miaoyuan quickly sat up lively, took the cup that had been pushed away by herself, stood up and greeted him.

Murong Feng picked up his tea cup and touched her carefully, "You're welcome, junior sister."

The two of them drank tea and chatted happily, sitting in the warm ink bamboo pavilion, talking and laughing. It was such a joyful scene, it was really warm.

In the eyes of others, this is really dazzling and extremely unspeakable.

He turned around and left. The Yuexin Sword in his hand was numb and the veins were bulging, which showed that he was holding back his inner emotions to the extreme.Inside Hibiscus Mountain
Xuanting courtyard
When Hua Rong saw him coming in with a bad look, she was so frightened that she immediately put down the tea cup she was secretly drinking from.

"Master, why did junior brother come back so soon? Didn't he say that he was going to see junior sister Miaoyuan to practice swordsmanship?"

Finally he got some free time, and he also got some free time. After finishing his busy work all morning, he went to practice sword practice with junior sister Miaoyuan, and he came over to drink some fresh tea.

Why did he come back in such a hurry without even finishing a cup of tea? His face looked so ugly. Was he beaten?
"It's okay," Han Mo said calmly, walked to the inner room, lay down on the bed without saying a word, and closed his eyes without even taking off his shoes and socks.

Hua Rong followed him in, "What's wrong?"

Can he do this if it's okay?After a disagreement, he lay down and didn't want to talk to anyone, so he thought it was okay.

Han Mo closed his eyes and said nothing, but it wasn't that he didn't want to ignore Hua Rong, but that he was now overcome by anger and was afraid that what he said would hurt others again.

What's more, he didn't want to vent his anger on others, so he had to endure it alone.

"What's going on?" Hua Rong became more anxious when he saw that he didn't speak.

He walked forward, patted his leg, and made a random guess: "Is it that Junior Sister Miaoyuan is not in Feng Lingxuan, or is someone else threatening you?"

"None of them." Han Mo opened his eyes, sat up and looked at him, his eyes full of seriousness and probing.

"Brother-"

Hua Rong suddenly saw him sitting up and his expression became persistent, and she felt that this matter might have put him in a difficult situation, "What...what's wrong?"

"You said..." Han Mo's words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back without confidence.

"What?" He was almost dying of anxiety waiting for Huarong.

What's going on with this guy?Isn't he usually very outspoken and fearless?Why can't I say a word now, just hesitating, hesitating, it makes people really anxious.

"That's it..." Han Mo raised his head again and said very solemnly: "What is Senior Brother Murong's cultivation level?"

"Huh?!" Hua Rong was speechless after hearing this. After holding it in for a long time, she could only say such a sentence?

But looking at him, it didn't look like he was joking. Huarong let out a breath, walked to his bedside and sat down.

"Don't you know? Senior Brother Murong's cultivation is about 280 million years old and he is about to leave the army."

"Then, if he and I have a fight——"

Huarong turned to look at him, "Are you crazy?"

With his little cultivation, he still wants to challenge Murong Feng?Isn’t it humiliating oneself?I still feel that my current situation is not dangerous enough, and I still want to compete with Senior Brother Murong.

Han Mo lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "As long as I compete with him, won't all the problems be solved?"

The current predicament, the current situation, and the current...

"What's wrong with you?!" Hua Rong turned around and looked at him, "Did you go to Junior Sister Miaoyuan's place and get stimulated in some way?"

Han Mo said nothing.

Huarong's eyes widened suddenly, "No way, what are you really stimulated?!"