The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

After Huarong left the small courtyard, the pure and bright moonlight behind her became more fragmented, like the soft and clear silk in this world, quiet and elegant.

The tightly closed wooden door revealed an unusually sweet fragrance at this moment, which made people unable to help but be fascinated and impressed by it.

Han Mo was sitting in the middle of the bed, surrounded by a light blue light, and his body was exuding that strange fragrance. As the fragrance became more and more fragrant, the light blue light emitted from his body became more intense, and his whole spirit seemed to become energized and radiant in an instant.

After Han Mo absorbed all the effects of Yixiang Pearl, he felt that his injuries seemed to have been mostly healed. At least he no longer felt pain.

He opened his eyes with joy, "This...this Yixiang Pearl has such a miraculous effect?"

No wonder those people are rushing for such a precious thing, and even fight to get it regardless of their own reputation. It turns out that it really has the same health-preserving effects as the Blood Spirit Pearl Flower.

By the way, cultivation!

He immediately sat up straight again, and began to use the power of the heart to explore the power of cultivation in his body. If he guessed correctly, this Yixiang Pearl could not only restore his injuries, but also help him greatly increase his cultivation. , full of spiritual power.

I just don’t know…

His cultivation level has increased to such an extent.

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Xiaoqi Pavilion

Miaoyuan lay on the bed tiredly, not even wanting to move her eyelids, she was too tired.

Unexpectedly, her master tortured them like this. After searching for a whole day, he found five magic weapon bags, but in the end, there was not a single magic weapon treasure.

It didn't matter if the treasure wasn't there. She and Kui Yin almost fell off the mountain in search of these magic weapon bags and almost couldn't come back.

The master actually said that their grades were too poor, and asked them to thoroughly understand what they learned today, and then continue to practice after they have thought about it and told him.

What is she thinking? No way, she was almost exhausted, she couldn't think of anything.

"Dong dong——" The door was knocked gently. Murong Feng stood at the door and whispered a few words into the room.

"Junior sister, I brought you a bowl of ginseng soup. You and Junior Brother Kui Yin have worked hard tonight. After drinking this ginseng soup, you should rest early."

Miaoyuan quickly sat up and shouted outside the room: "Okay, I understand, thank you, Senior Brother Murong."

"You're welcome, I'm leaving first." Murong Feng left the ginseng soup in front of the door and turned around to leave.

He thought that junior sister must be very tired tonight, so he would not go in and disturb her.

After putting on her shoes, Miaoyuan hurriedly walked out, opened the door and looked around. After confirming that Senior Brother Murong had left, she lowered her body and brought in the ginseng soup.

"Is this ginseng soup?" Miaoyuan looked down at the white soup in her hand, a little curious and greedy. She had always heard of the existence of ginseng soup, and this was the first time she drank it today. It was better for Senior Brother Murong to know. She had worked hard today and it was time for her to make up for herself.

She brought it to the table, sat on the chair and drank happily. It tastes pretty good, fresh and soft, and I don’t know what kind of meat is stewed in it. It’s crispy, soft and glutinous, so delicious.

Miaoyuan drank a large bowl of ginseng soup before standing up with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, before she could stand firmly, she felt dizzy, fell to the table, and fainted.

But in an instant, a person suddenly appeared in her room, staring closely at her body, with a gloomy and terrifying expression.

Yan Miaoyuan, Murongfeng, you forced me to do this.

The master already knew these things, so he asked him to come here tonight to apologize to Junior Sister Miaoyuan, admit what he did that day, and asked him to ask for her forgiveness in front of her. It's ridiculous. He is a majestic young master of the Yunyu tribe, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. For him to apologize to a 190,000-year-old kid is simply a dream.

What a coincidence. As soon as he arrived, he saw Murong Feng preparing to make ginseng soup for Miaoyuan, so he added a few secretly sleeping herbs to the ginseng soup he had just made. , let her sleep well for a few hours.

However, this sleeping herb is not like ordinary sleeping herb. If a person with advanced cultivation accidentally eats it, he will sleep for a few hours at most and become weak. But if you are someone whose cultivation level does not even have a million years of spiritual power, you may have to sleep for a few days and nights.

Even if she passed out in her sleep, no one would know. Others would just think that she was extremely tired.

Yun Yu sneered, then walked forward, took out something from his spiritual ring, and dropped it into her small bowl.

This is the nemesis of sleeping herbs, Yaolingzhuhua. As long as this thing is added, the smell of sleeping herbs will be masked by it and disappear. In this way, no one will notice that he is in her ginseng soup. There's something about sleeping grass inside.

After doing all this, Yun Yu did not leave in a hurry, but walked to Miao Yuan's side, gently picked her up, turned around, and walked towards the bed.

Pulling back the quilt, Yun Yu put her on the bed and asked her to lie quietly.

"Sleep well, Junior Sister Miaoyuan." With a sneer on his lips, he left the room indifferently. He wanted Yan Miaoyuan to taste what it felt like when the sky was not responding and the earth was not working.

"Chirp chirp!!" In her Qiankun bag, Nuoming suddenly screamed anxiously.

Wake up! Wake up! Did he poison you? Owner.

"Stop screaming." An extremely old and heavy voice came from above and interrupted it.

Nuoming was shocked. He slowly turned around and saw the magic weapon phantom floating in this innocent space. An ancient demonic beast is stepping on it. Its broad and strong body, superior figure, strong and sharp hair, and calm and powerful eyes make people very scared.

Judging from its figure and powerful aura, it seems...as if it has lived for tens of millions of years.

"You can't get out even if I scream." Yidian's illusory figure floated out from the phantom. It stood on top of the phantom in mid-air, looking down at it calmly.

"Chirp, chirp..." Nuoming's voice dropped. It curled up its little body and asked him softly: "Who are you? How do you know what I am talking about?"

It thought that only Miaoyuan in the world could understand what it said.

"I have lived for tens of millions of years. If I can't even understand what a little guy like you is saying, then my life has really been in vain."

"Chirp!" Nuoming was shocked, have you lived for tens of millions of years? !

Yidian said in a deep voice, "Of course, you can't get out now, so don't waste your efforts. Someone will find out something is wrong with her tomorrow and come to her rescue."

It's yelling and screaming here now, but it's just a waste of effort. Without Miaoyuan's approval, this Qiankun bag cannot be opened, let alone it can get out.

"Chirp chirp..." Nuoming was anxious. Will her life be in danger tonight?

"No, if her life is in danger, I will be more anxious than you."

After all, she is his master now.

"Chirp..." Okay, then I'll listen to you. Will anyone really save her tomorrow? Do you know who it is?

Yidian didn't want to continue talking nonsense with this little guy. He stayed in the Phantom just to take care of his old age. He thought he would fall asleep and sleep forever in this world.

But he didn't expect that it was Miaoyuan's drop of blood that woke him up. At this point, he was grateful to her. But with this little guy, he didn't have any patience.