The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 383: If you leave a message, you can go secretly
Shang Yi Tang

The door of the hall was wide open, and a black line of clothing passed through the air, falling in a random arc.

As soon as Luo Ying saw who it was, she hurriedly greeted him, "Senior Sister Yan Yun."

Yan Yun nodded slightly, with an inhuman indifference on his bright and enchanting face, "Is the dress I want ready?"

"It's done, it's done. It was hung up early this morning. I took it down and installed it for you. I'm about to send it to you."

"No, I'll get it myself."

"Okay senior sister, then I'll get it for you."

Yan Yun held his sword and nodded, "Thank you very much."

Luo Ying hurriedly climbed to the second floor. Fortunately, the dress was still there and had not been taken away by anyone else, otherwise she would have to be torn into pieces by Senior Sister Yan Yun.

Yan Yun stood in the center of the hall holding his sword, wearing a long skirt with a red and black gold curling cloud skirt. It was tight and narrow, slender and stretched to the floor. It had a strong aura and full of style. The female disciples who passed by did not dare to take another look at her. Even the female disciples who wanted to come in to exchange for clothes all excused themselves and left, preparing to come back another day.

After all, the devil is here, who dares to enter? It's not a matter of life.

Luo Ying hugged the packed dress and hurried downstairs, "Senior sister, I also have a newly arrived sachet and jade belt. Do you want to take a set back too?"

This dress was too simple, elegant and monotonous. If worn alone, it would be a bit dull, but her intuition told her that this dress should not be worn by the senior sister herself.

"No need, I'll give it away."

Sure enough, Senior Sister Yan Yun's words were just as she expected.

Luo Ying smiled, stepped forward and handed the packed dress to her, "Okay, I have already wrapped it for Senior Sister. Welcome Senior Sister to come again next time."

Yan Yun took the dress and turned around to leave, "Thank you."

"Hey, senior sister, wait a minute -" Luo Ying suddenly stopped her for some reason.

But when Yan Yun stopped and turned to look at her, when she looked at Yan Yun's majestic look, she suddenly swallowed back what she wanted to say.

That’s it, let’s not get into trouble.

"Is there anything else?" Yan Yun began to frown, a little impatient.

How dare Luo Ying say anything more, "No..." She immediately shook her head and smiled, "It's okay, I just want to say that I'm very sorry for making you wait a few more days, senior sister."

"Don't be sorry, I did it for the festival too."

Luo Ying: "?!" Last section?
Listen to this, Senior Sister Yan Yun wants to celebrate the festival? ?
No, no, no, this is not like Senior Sister Yan Yun’s style. Didn't it mean that all the disciples on the mountain were gone, and there would be one female devil left in the end?

Yan Yun put the dress into his space spirit ring, held the sword in his arms, and walked step by step towards his pavilion.

The female disciples passing by bowed down and saluted her, "Senior Sister Yan Yun——"

"I've met Senior Sister Yan Yun."

"Hello, Senior Sister Yan Yun."

Yan Yun turned a deaf ear. It wasn't that she was cold and uninterested, but that she couldn't tell who they were. If she went back one by one, she wouldn't know their names at all, so she might as well remain silent.

So, the name of "The Devil" was increased by one, added by one, and added by one. It has become a tacit secret among everyone.

Before reaching the entrance of the pavilion, the female disciple on duty, Yai Yi, greeted her enthusiastically, "Senior sister, are you back?"

Yan Yun was puzzled, "What's the matter?" This female disciple looked familiar to her, but she still couldn't remember her name.

Ling Yi held the dress in her hand over as if holding a treasure, "Look, this is the dress given to you by Junior Sister Miaoyuan."

"Who are you talking about?" Yan Yun couldn't help but put down the sword in his arms, and his eyes fell on the package in her hand.

Miaoyuan…

Seeing that her expression was more cold, Ling Yi worked even harder, "Junior Sister Miaoyuan! She is the Junior Sister who came from the Ghost Clan with you, and the Little Highness of the Ghost Clan." Yan Yun took the handover from her with hesitation. The dress asked: "Why did she send the dress here?"

strangeness.

"Junior Sister Miaoyuan came here specifically to talk to you. I told you that you had something to go out, so she left this dress and left."

Yan Yun raised his eyes, "Then did she leave a message?"

"The ones I kept, she said, no -" Ling Yi wanted to bite her tongue. Her mouth is always faster than her brain. She clearly wanted to say the words she didn't keep, but she blurted out the words she kept. It was over, it was over, she might as well beat herself to death.

Yan Yun frowned even more, and her expression became a little serious.

Ling Yi quickly forced out a stiff smile, trying to fool him, "No, nothing, nothing."

Wuwuwu, what should I do? Who will save her?

Yan Yun put the dress into his own space, hugged the sword in his hand again, and his whole expression became very indifferent, "Tell me, what was left?"

Ling Yi: "..." OK, it's over.

there
After going down the mountain, Hua Rong and Miao Yuan returned to the training ground at Muzhen Mountain, but Han Mo hadn't come back yet, but Han Liang had sent them a message.

"Junior Brother Hanmo said that he has to stay at the sacrificial altar tonight, so I asked Junior Sister Miaoyuan to go down the mountain early without waiting for him."

When Hua Rong heard this, she became interested, "Okay, since he's not coming back, I can teach Junior Sister Miaoyuan to practice."

Hanliang was a little doubtful, "Are you really able to do that, Senior Brother Huarong?"

"What are you talking about?" Huarong didn't like hearing it. What do you mean, is he really okay? Why can't he? Isn't it the art of flying with a sword? He's very capable!
Hanliang added another sentence, "But Junior Brother Hanmo said that Junior Sister Miaoyuan should go down the mountain and there is no need to practice anymore."

Hua Rong angrily kicked him, "Did you say it, or did that brat Han Mo say it?"

This is simply unreasonable! How dare you look down on his second senior brother?

Han Liang ran away and said harshly: "That's what Junior Brother Han Mo said."

"Hey, you kid..." Hua Rong angrily tried to catch up, but Miao Yuan stopped her with her hand.

"Okay, senior brother, it's getting late, so I'll go back first. Senior brother is also tired today, so let's rest early."

Huarong nodded, "That's fine. Junior sister, you should go back and rest early. You have worked hard during this period."

"It's not hard work, it's senior brother Huarong and senior brother Hanliang who are working hard."

Han Liang, who ran away, waved his hands happily, "I'm not going to bother you, junior sister."

Huarong glared at him, "Get out."

Miaoyuan covered her mouth and snickered. Hanliang curled his lips, but when he saw Miaoyuan smiling, he was still happy and said, "Junior sister, let's go, I'll take you down the mountain."

"No need, Senior Brother Hanliang, I can do it myself." It's not like she can't find the way down the mountain, she can go back by herself.

"Oh, junior sister, you don't know that there are sacrificial altars all up and down Cangling Mountain. Don't you want to go over and have a look?"

Miaoyuan was surprised, "Is it possible to go to the sacrificial altar at will?"

"No," Hua Rong glanced at Han Liang unhappily and said fiercely, "Don't teach your junior sister a bad lesson."

"What do you mean, senior brother?" She didn't understand whether she could go.

"That's it..." Hanliang glanced at Huarong secretly, and seeing that he was about to get angry, he hurriedly ran away.

"Junior sister, you can go secretly."

Huarong: "..." He wanted to beat him to death.