The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 515: Fear and Unrest
The Second Layer of Hell - Xiaoyun Palace
The ghost servants took them to the side hall, served them some spiritual tea and pastries, and then left.

Now the life and death of the young prince is uncertain, and His Majesty the King of Hell has just returned from foreign lands. The ghost servants don’t know how angry he will be, and they are afraid to know.

Therefore, the ghost servants had no intention to take care of the two distinguished guests brought back by His Majesty the King of Hell. So after putting down the things in their hands, the ghost servants hurried away.

There were only two distinguished guests left in the hall.

After seeing them walk away, Long Sheng finally put down his princely airs and sat down on a seat beside him. "Phew, I'm so tired."

I should have known not to take this hot potato. But now, Junior Sister Miaoyuan won’t wake up and they can’t leave for the time being.

Longsheng grabbed the steaming teapot beside him, lowered his head and poured himself a cup of refreshing tea.

"I've heard that the ghost tribe has two most famous things, which are worth a fortune. One of them is this sweet and delicious fresh tea. Now I see it, and it is indeed fragrant and attractive."

Han Mo sat aside, silent. In fact, his hands under the golden sleeves of the Long family robe were tightly clenched, trying hard to control himself from rushing out of the palace door.

But why did Manzhu die?

This is the hell of ghosts. This is the clan and home where Manzhu lives. How could Manzhu be killed here? Especially now Han Mo has no news about Manzhu. I wonder how Manzhu is doing? Has she been rescued?

Han Mo blamed himself to death. For the first time, he felt that his spiritual power accumulated over the past two million years was useless. He might as well become a doctor and save Manzhu's life.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Longsheng talked for a long time, but Han Mo didn't say a word. He turned around and saw Han Mo's face wrinkled, almost wrinkled into a big bitter gourd, just about to cry.

Long Sheng had no choice but to stand up and grab Han Mo, forcing him to the side. "Okay, Junior Sister Miao Yuan will be fine, don't worry."

Han Mo raised his head, his eyes seemed to be full of life, "Really? Will Manzhu be okay?"

"Of course!" Seeing that he was safe, Long Sheng sat down beside him with peace of mind.

"Those old guys in the Ghost Clan Hell are all here. They have lived for at least eight or nine million years, if not tens of millions. Any elder with his cultivation can save Junior Sister Miao Yuan several times. Don't worry, don't worry."

Han Mo was slightly surprised. Although he somewhat agreed with what Long Sheng said, he was still anxious to know about Miao Yuan's safety. As long as he didn't see that Miao Yuan was really okay, he would not leave this ghost hell.

Long Sheng lowered his head and poured a cup of fresh tea for Han Mo. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance and asked his junior brother Han Mo to pretend to be a dragon soldier who served him, so he escaped the eyes of the ghosts.

Otherwise, if word got out that Junior Brother Han Mo had gone to the ghost hell with him, they would really have no way to explain themselves.

"Try this tea now, it is a rare and precious tea in the world."

Han Mo looked irritated. He pushed the teacup away without thinking, "I don't want to drink it, Senior Brother. I don't know if Manzhu has woken up yet. I really can't drink it."

Long Sheng was annoyed. He put down the celadon and white jade teapot in his hand, glared at Han Mo and cursed, "I told you that Junior Sister Miao Yuan would be fine. She would be fine. Why didn't you believe it?"

"Have you not noticed that the ghost tribe is now very close to the demon tribe, and His Majesty the King of Hell even wants to hand the little prince over to the demon tribe's newly-adult prince for protection? Do you know why?!"

Han Mo was stunned by his words, and his heart was completely cold and stiff at this moment. He felt that all his efforts were ultimately no match for the natural fate. He shrank his neck in discouragement.

"Do you think that if you put on this outfit and transform yourself into a small soldier or a general of my Dragon Palace, Yan Yi won't be able to tell?"

Han Mo was slightly startled. Yes, the aura of the demon race on him was so obvious. How could someone as smart and intelligent as His Majesty the King of Hell not recognize it? "What a joke. He is just playing along and letting us play tricks on him."

"If we hadn't happened to pass by Wuya Peak and saved Junior Sister Yan Yun, we probably wouldn't even be able to enter the gate of this hell now!"

Han Mo was silent for a moment. Yes, now he even had to conceal his identity when entering the gate of the Hell Ghost Clan, for fear that others would find out something and cause trouble for Manzhu.

What senior brother said is all right. How could he not understand the current situation?

The little prince of the ghost clan can be on good terms with the king of the snake clan, but he cannot be on good terms with just him. He must also be on good terms with the demon clan and the dragon clan. In short, whoever can protect the little prince and whoever is willing to protect the little prince, His Highness the King of Hell will let him be his friend.

Han Mo could understand His Majesty the King of Hell's good intentions, and he could even more appreciate the father-daughter love that His Majesty the King of Hell had for Manzhu. However, when the essence of the matter was laid out before his eyes, Han Mo still felt a little sad.

It turns out that at this moment, he is still not worthy of being treated differently by His Majesty the King of Hell.

When Long Sheng saw Han Mo lower his head, his eyes immediately showed some regret. It was bad, it was his fault that he spoke too quickly and said something that made Junior Brother Han Mo sad.

"Alas," Longsheng sighed, picked up the fresh tea in front of him and took a sip, and said nothing more. He was afraid that he would say something careless and hurt the boy's self-esteem.

Han Mo was silent for a while, then he looked up at Long Sheng and said in a low voice: "Brother, I believe what you said. Manzhu will be fine now."

If something really happened to Manzhu, considering the time, His Majesty the King of Hell would have already overturned the underworld. How could he and his senior brother still sit here leisurely and talk and drink tea?

Seeing that Han Mo had figured it out, Long Sheng nodded in satisfaction, "It's good that you know it in your heart."

Otherwise, all his earnest advice would be in vain.

"Brother, I want to see her."

"Swish", Longsheng put the teacup in his hand down forcefully. Longsheng looked at him angrily, "So what I just said was in vain, right?"

"I've already told you that His Majesty the King of Hell doesn't—"

"You don't like me." Han Mo continued what he wanted to say in a calm voice.

Long Sheng's pupils shrank slightly, and then recovered in an instant. He turned his head away and said, "If that's the case, why did you go in front of him?"

Why are they still rushing to do something when others don't like them so much?

"Brother, Manzhu and I have known each other for almost 20,000 years. It's not a long time, but we have the same feelings for each other."

"She hopes that I live a good life, and I naturally hope that she lives a happy life. Now that she has escaped the clutches of death, I am afraid that I will not be at peace if I don't see her again."

Longsheng turned around and looked at Han Mo. Seeing his sincere and pleading look, Longsheng couldn't bear it. "Then how do you want me to help you?"

Han Mo's face lit up with joy. He stood up excitedly, stepped forward, grabbed Long Sheng's hand and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. Just stay here quietly and take a nap, and wait for me to come back."

Long Sheng's face changed, and he immediately shook off his hand, "You want to borrow my identity to visit Junior Sister Miao Yuan?"

"Yes."

"Are you crazy?!"