The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

In the courtyard

Nan Kui walked out.

Longsheng stood up under the locust tree and saluted, "Aunt Nan, how is Junior Brother Hanmo doing?"

Hua Qinyan gently put down the cup in his hand and turned to look at her.

Nan Kui chuckled lightly, "It's not like you don't know the power of the original whip. It's a good thing that you're not dead. What can you do?"

Long Sheng was choked, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he whispered: "Yes, the original whip is very powerful. Junior brother must have suffered."

"Haha, someone who can do such a heavy-handed thing, I really don't know if he has a big heart or is too confident in himself?"

Hua Qinyan's face darkened, "Mr. Nan, what do you mean?"

Don't think he can't hear it. She is mocking him overtly or covertly.

Nan Kui walked forward, "He was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up. He was covered in blood and his skin and flesh were split open. What do you mean by me?!"

"What?" Long Sheng was very exaggerated and repeated in a very loud voice: "Junior brother's injury is so serious? He is covered in blood, and his skin and flesh are split open?!"

Hua Qinyan turned her head and glanced at him coldly.Long Sheng coughed immediately and said no more.

Hua Qinyan stood up slowly and said in a low voice, "I know what your relationship is with him, but I have my own rules for dealing with my disciples, and I don't need outsiders to say anything."

Nan Kui sneered, "Yes, who are you? The great elder of our presbytery on Cangling Mountain is as famous as the sun and the moon. He is also the elder of Mugashan Mountain Hua with many disciples and great prestige! How dare I, a little doctor, What are you talking about?"

"It's just that Mugashan Mountain brought out a corpse today, and Mugashan Mountain will have another disciple with useless arms and legs tomorrow!"

"You——!" Hua Qinyan's face became angry. He looked at her with a majestic look in his eyes and a very oppressive aura.

"I can come here today just for Mo'er's sake, and even more for his parents' sake, not because of you Mu Jinshan."

Long Sheng lowered his head and saluted, "Yes, Master Nankui is kind. This is the blessing of Junior Brother Hanmo."

Nan Kui looked up at him and chuckled: "I think you came here so late, maybe it's because of your new junior brother that he will become a corpse again, right?"

Long Sheng's face froze, and the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared in an instant, and he remained silent.

Yes, in the past few hundred thousand years, how many brothers and sisters have been carried out on Muzhen Mountain?The first one was Junior Brother Luo Ai, and the one before that was Junior Brother Fengqi. Could this one be Junior Brother Han Mo?
Hua Qinyan on the side was very angry, "Nan Kui! Don't think that since you are from Fenglingxuan, this elder will not dare to touch you easily!"

It was okay for Yu Jun from the Yunyu Clan to scold him in a roundabout way on top of the main hall, but now she, a small doctor on Cangling Mountain, was so talkative and gibberish.

Nan Kui turned to look at him, her face turned cold, "How about painting the elder to wait?"

"I--"

"Could it be that the disciples under your Muzhenshan sect are not enough to take care of, so you have to take care of me as well, right?"

Hua Qinyan said angrily, "Shut up."

"Then I would like to ask the sect master, when did we, the teachers, actually come under your jurisdiction?"

"Nan Kui!!"

Long Sheng hurriedly stepped forward and stood between the two of them, "Master, please calm down. Master, please calm down. Now that Junior Brother Hanmo is injured and needs to rest, we'd better not disturb Junior Brother here."

Nan Kui snorted coldly, turned around and left, "If Han Mo really dies in your Mibiscus Mountain, I won't let it go."

"If you don't believe it, let's wait and see."

Hua Qin's face was extremely gloomy, staring at her retreating back, burning with anger, "Okay, okay, his disciple has become promising, and he has found a huge backer to deal with him."

"Master, you..." Long Sheng turned around and was about to persuade him something.Hua Qinyan had a sullen face, snorted angrily, tossed his sleeves and left.

Long Changchang let out a long sigh. It seemed that the old man still didn't listen to the thirsty words he said tonight.

If this continues, it will not only be the fate of junior brother Hanmo, but also the situation of other junior brothers. How should they deal with themselves.

……

The sky was bright, the warm sun was shining brightly, and the biting cold air had receded somewhat.

A person who drank wine yesterday may not be able to get up today.

Anyway, Miaoyuan couldn't get up.I don’t know if it’s because I drank cold wine yesterday, but now I’m very cold, and adding two extra beddings is useless.

Murong Feng guessed that she would definitely not be able to get out of bed this morning, so he came to see her at noon.Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived in the courtyard of Xiaoqi Pavilion, they would see the door closed and the windows tightly closed, not even a breath of wind could blow in.

Junior sister, aren't you awake yet?

Murong Feng stepped forward in confusion, stood in the corridor and knocked on the door, "Junior Sister!"

"Junior sister, are you awake?"

After a few knocks, no one answered. Murong Feng was really afraid that something would happen to her, so the knocking on the door became louder and louder.

"Bang bang bang!!"

"Junior sister? Can you hear my voice? But you feel uncomfortable?"

When Miaoyuan heard the sound, she sat up wrapped in a thick quilt and said weakly: "Come in, senior brother."

An ordinary person would really not be able to hear her weak mosquito bite sound, but fortunately Murong Feng is a cultivator and can hear it clearly.

He pushed the door open and entered, already expecting that she was going to be sick, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still very surprised.

She was sitting alone on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, her pale little face half-draped, a little weak and powerless.There was not much expression on her face, her upper eyelids and lower eyelids were fighting, and she was too sleepy to open her eyes.

Seeing him approaching, she closed her eyes and saluted him, "Senior brother..."

The voice is also weak.

Murong Feng couldn't care about so much anymore. He stepped forward and probed her forehead, and was surprised, "Junior sister, you must have a fever."

Miaoyuan forced her eyes open and looked at him, "Senior brother, am I really sick?"

Then she can lie down and sleep without having to practice.

"Yes, you have some symptoms of fever. Just wait a moment and I'll call Aunt Nan."

"Nan, Aunt Nan?" Miaoyuan began to search for information about this person in her mind, "Is it... the doctor who treated me last time?"

"Yes, it's her. Your injuries are healed, thanks to her. Just wait a moment, senior brother will come back as soon as he leaves." Murong Feng didn't say anything more to her. Looking at her current confused look, he was afraid that He was really sick and he couldn't delay.

Miaoyuan wanted to hold him and stop him from asking the doctor to come over, but it was too uncomfortable. The hand she just stretched out from under the quilt dropped like a weeping willow, and she had no strength.

"I..." She fell down with a bang, she really lost her energy.

I feel so uncomfortable. I feel cold and hot at the same time. What's going on?
Murong Feng left quickly, closing the door of her small courtyard tightly when leaving, for fear that the wind would let in and freeze her.

He had to quickly go and ask Aunt Nan Kui to come over. Her illness came on suddenly and she was seriously ill.