The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 54 Save my life Uncle Bai Yan
"Uncle Bai Yan?"

The little man walked up to the trapped Bai Yan triumphantly, his eyes filled with contentment, as if he was so happy to know him.

Bai Yan frowned, looked at the little guy, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Yeah," he nodded obediently.

Bai Yan was puzzled. After all, he had never seen him before, but his face looked familiar.

"My name is Long Shu," the little man introduced himself to him, then pointed in the direction of the demon clan and said, "Your nephew asked me to come here. He said you were his uncle."

"Nephew!?" Bai Yan sat up in shock, "You mean Han Mo? Do you know him?"

"Yeah," the little man nodded again, walked to the table in front of him, sat down, supported his little chin, and explained to him: "He is the first friend I met after leaving the Dragon Palace. "

"Friend?" Bai Yan looked at him condescendingly, with disbelief and deep suspicion in his eyes.

How could Han Mo recognize this little guy as his friend?
What's more, the surname is Long Mingshu, I'm afraid...

"Are you the son of the Dragon King?"

The little man nodded, "Yes, I am His Highness the Ninth Prince of Dragon Palace."

The words were natural and sincere, and there was nothing wrong with them at all.

He said the same thing to Han Mo.

Bai Yan smiled and sat down, "It's His Highness Ninth Prince."

The green teacup in front of him was slowly picked up. Bai Yan lowered his head and took a sip of the cold tea, his face becoming cold.

He is the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan and Long Kong's younger brother. It would be a good thing not to kill him. How could Han Mo become friends with him?
I was afraid that I had used some method to save him, so I wanted to take advantage of him.

"Yes, Han Mo saved my life, so I feel that he is my best friend."

it is as expected.

Bai Yan calmly drank the tea in his hand and listened quietly to the little guy in front of him telling him about the experience of their first meeting.

It turned out that this little guy wanted to sneak out of the Dragon Palace and run away from home, but there were so many soldiers guarding the palace that he couldn't get out at all.

So he thought of a way to hide in the luggage carried by some people who were going out, and left the Dragon Palace together to avoid being discovered.

But after he went out, the Dragon Clan people who went out with him were robbed on the way. All those people were killed, leaving only boxes and boxes of luggage.

The group of looters were plundering the jewelry and belongings brought by the dragon clan members, as well as some precious medicinal flowers and elixirs.

Because of fear, he hid in the box and did not dare to escape. When they searched his box, he climbed out on his own initiative and opened his mouth tremblingly.

"I, I am His Highness the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan, you, you can't kill me."

"Huh?" The man was startled and walked towards him with a sneer, "Is there a dragon kid here?"

Several brothers behind him walked over together and laughed: "Brother, he said he is the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan?"

"Oh, if he is His Highness the Ninth Prince, then wouldn't I be the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace?"

"Brother is right, hahahahaha..."

Their laughter was harsh and sarcastic, and the little guy, who was already scared, huddled even more at this moment, shivering.

"I, I am really His Highness the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan. This, this is the unique mark of our Dragon Clan. I didn't lie." Long Shu pointed at the unformed but already short horn above his head.

The Dragon Clan people in the East China Sea indeed have such obvious marks.

Especially the heirs of the royal family with noble blood, the dragon horns on their foreheads are even more eye-catching and delicate, as beautiful as the auspicious beast Qilin in the ancient scrolls.

From this point of view, his identity is really credible.

But who are they?

Everyone in the Dragon Palace dares to rob, so why care about whether you are the Ninth Prince?

"So what, Your Highness Ninth Prince?" The man chuckled, full of disdain, "As long as I can improve my spiritual power, I can peel off his father's dragon sinews and dragon skin."

"Yes! Peel it off!!"

"Hahahaha, big brother is mighty!!"

"Brother is right!!"

Long Shu was frightened and cried immediately. He stood in the wooden barrel and box, shivering in the wind, "Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, my father will not let you go..."

"Cut him down for me. I'll drink the pair of dragon horns on his head."

"Yes, brother, don't worry, I'll definitely cut him off." Someone behind him came forward with a big knife, right in front of the little guy.

Long Shu was so frightened that he stepped back. He watched helplessly as the big knife fell and fell into the big box. He covered his eyes in fear, "Ah!! No!"

"Shout--" The big knife in his hand fell down the wind, but was stopped in mid-air by a spell.

"Who?" Several people were stunned.

I saw a man leaping up quickly, holding a long sword, and knocked down the sword that was frozen in mid-air by the magic spell, and then chopped it to the side, breaking into two pieces.

"Pa--" was clearly audible.

When Long Shu heard the sound, he opened his eyes and looked over in disbelief.

Those people were frightened away by the sudden arrival of the hero with a few blows of swords. They didn't even dare to take the medicinal flowers and jewelry in their hands. They threw them to the ground with a bang, and then They all ran away in a flash.

Long Shu wiped his tears and hurriedly climbed out of the box, "Who are you? You saved me."

"Han Mo." The hero turned around, with a fair and cold face, clear features, deep and charming, especially the pair of narrow and upward eyes, which were intimidating and oppressive, as if he was a born king.

"H-Hello, my name is Long Shu. Thank you for saving me just now."

"No thanks." He turned and left.

"Hey, Han Mo," the little guy said, chasing his figure towards the river bank, "Which tribe are you from? Why are you here near the East China Sea? Could it be that you are also a demon tribe?"

Han Mo raised his feet and stepped across the stone surface of the green steps, "No comment."

"Why? Can't you tell me?"

Han Mo ignored him.

Long Shu followed him and kept talking, "Look at your sword skills just now. They are so handsome and powerful. Can you teach me how to do those postures?"

"..."

"Oh, by the way, do you know who those people are? Why do they want to rob us dragon people?"

"..."

"Hey, Han Mo, why don't you say anything? I am His Highness the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan. You saved me. Whatever you want, my father can satisfy you."

Han Mo stopped and turned back to look at him coldly, "Can you satisfy everything?"

The little guy was startled by him and almost bumped into his leg. After reacting, he hurriedly took a few steps back, blinked his big clear and bright eyes and nodded, "Yeah, yeah, it's all satisfying."

"Then what if -" Kill Long Kong?

His voice was stiff, his big hands under his sleeves slowly moved up, and he did not continue speaking.

"What if?" The little guy looked at him puzzled.

"Nothing," Han Mo turned around again indifferently.

The little guy hurriedly followed and said, "What do you want?"

"Want nothing at all."

"Then what are you going to do and need help from our Dragon Clan?"

"unnecessary."

"Then do you need medicinal flowers and elixirs? I have many in my palace, and I can give you some."

"unnecessary."

The little guy stopped in distress, "Then what do you need?"

"What am I..." Han Mo stopped suddenly, clearly sensing Bai Yan's aura, and looked sharply in the direction of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and the words he wanted to say stopped abruptly.

uncle? !
What was he going to the Dragon Palace for?
Suffering, escaping from prison privately, according to the rules of the ghost clan, is a death penalty.

"You don't need anything?" the little guy asked following his words.

Han Mo turned around and looked at him condescendingly, "No, I need you to do something for me."

"what's up?"

"My uncle Bai Yan..."

(End of this chapter)