Chapter 166: Potions, Yan Jiu?

His Royal Highness Seven frowned and looked at Yan Jiu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Don't think, 'Hide it,' you think, 'If it doesn't hide, you'll die'! We must hold this awareness of "death" and control it. ā€

Yan Jiu raised his eyebrows, and when His Royal Highness the Seventh said this, he suddenly felt a sense of sudden opening, saying that when people are facing the danger of life and death, they will burst out with huge potential, just like they did before.

Yan Jiu slowly closed her eyes, she thought that if she was like when she was sneaking in the beehive before, this aura would not bring convenience to herself, on the contrary, it would become her "life talisman".

Hide, hide! The silkworm queen is coming!

The silkworm queen is already close at hand, and if she is discovered, she will die!

Be quick, be fast!

The aroma that spreads in the air is slowly withdrawn, like a perfume that has been tightened and the cap is tightened, and there will never be a trace of leakage out.

Yan Jiu opened his eyes and looked at His Highness Seven happily, "Ah Qi, I succeeded!" Thank you so much! ā€

"Don't thank me," Unlike Yan Jiu's joy, His Royal Highness the Seventh was a little unexpectedly cold.

He played with the demon crystal in his hand with a faint expression, "Anyway, you have already paid for it." ā€

"Alright," His Highness the Seventh put away the demon crystal, "Now that everything that should be done is done, it's time to leave." ā€

Yan Jiu looked at the water tribe behind him that had begun to gradually wake up, and nodded with deep sympathy. "yes, it's time to leave."

Yan Jiu walked forward, and walked far away without seeing His Highness the Seventh Highness follow.

"Why don't you go?" Yan Jiu asked.

His Royal Highness the Seventh couldn't see his expression clearly with the joyful mourning mask, and the Funian doll on the joyful mourning mask pursed his mouth, obviously not very happy.

The Seventh Highness was not very happy, Yan Jiu thought almost intuitively, but what she couldn't understand the most was the eyes of the Seventh Highness.

Complex, dark and incomparably profound, that was something that the fourteen-year-old Seventh Highness did not have, and that look came from the feeling when he first saw the Seventh Highness.

Yan Jiu was already faintly aware of what was going to happen.

Really.

"It's me leaving, not you."

His Royal Highness the Seventh watched Yan Jiu return.

"Yan Jiu, I'm leaving."

"Back to the Upper Realm?"

Her Highness didn't answer, and she already knew the answer.

What should I say about that? Is it a friend-like familiar twist to say precious? Or a bland nod?

Yan Jiu didn't do anything, she stood there and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, not that she didn't have anything to say, but that she said too much.

She wondered, when did he recover? She wondered if he remembered that he had killed her, but she couldn't ask any of that, because His Highness the Seventh wouldn't give her an answer.

"Yan Jiu, we'll see you in the upper realm."

After the Seventh Highness finished speaking, he wanted to turn away.

"Wait!" Yan Jiu shouted loudly.

His Royal Highness Seventh turned to look at Yan Jiu, "Are you still in trouble?" ā€

Yan Jiu didn't know if he was wrong, so why should I be nervous to prevent others from going home?

But the Seven Highnesses all stopped, and they couldn't talk about it if they didn't ask anything.

"Cough," Yan Jiu coughed dryly twice, cleared his throat, and then asked, "I've known each other for so long, and you're going to return to the upper realm now, at the very least, leave a name?" ā€

His Royal Highness didn't speak, to be honest, he didn't expect Yan Jiu to ask such a question?

Didn't she know the importance of names to demons?

If this happened in the upper realm, it would simply be an offense to the demons.

But looking at Yan Jiu's frank (didn't know anything) look, His Royal Highness opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"If one day you go to the Demon Realm and ask me like this, then I will tell you." From afar, His Royal Highness the Seventh said to Yan Jiu.

He glanced at Yan Jiu one last time, the Funian doll on the mask raised the corners of his mouth, smiled happily, and then, turned into a ball of flame and disappeared.

Above the gully, there was already a group of black-clothed people waiting, and the leader was an old man, who was standing there with his eyes closed at this time.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, and everyone immediately looked at it, and saw that the person who came was dressed in a black robe and covered with a Rakshasa mask.

"See the Demon Lord."

Everyone knelt down in response, only the old man who closed his eyes and recuperated nodded slightly in the direction of the Demon Lord, which was regarded as a greeting.

The Demon Lord didn't care, "It turns out that Elder Mu has also gone to the lower realm with him. ā€

"Yes." The old man spoke.

Seeing that Elder Mu didn't want to see him, the Demon Lord didn't care, anyway, in the eyes of these elders, he was just a humble "little king", and there were many Demon Lords like himself, there were still many in the Demon Realm.

What's more, Elder Mu was notoriously cold to people, and apart from the Demon Lord and the Seventh Highness, he rarely had the time to talk to outsiders.

The Demon Lord beckoned to a demon general behind him, and the demon general immediately took the order forward, you see, sometimes Xiao Wang, is not completely useless.

"What are you doing here in the Cloud Immortal Realm?"

Of course, the Demon Lord knew that these Demon Realm soldiers were coming here to capture his younger brother, His Highness the Seventh, but he had to ask this, knowing that he was the one who "didn't know".

Elder Mu looked at the direction of the Demon Lord, narrowed his eyelids again, and saw that Elder Mu didn't speak, so the Demon General opened his mouth one by one.

"Half a day ago, Elder Mu sensed the breath of the Seven Highnesses to stimulate the bloodline, so he followed the breath and rushed to the Yunxian Realm, wanting to bring the Seven Highnesses back to the Demon Realm."

"You said that the seventh brother left the demon world again?" The Demon Lord waved his hand at the Demon General, motioning for him to go back, and then looked in the direction of Elder Mu.

"No wonder, Elder Mu will also come to the Yunxian Realm, it turns out that the seventh brother is in the lower realm, Elder Mu has been traveling all the way, do you want to go back to Jiuhua Pavilion with Xiao Wang to rest?"

"No need," Elder Mu replied, this time without even lifting his eyelids.

The Demon Lord didn't care either, anyway, he was just polite, he didn't think that Elder Mu would go back with him.

It's just that what surprised him was that his good brother, for what reason, would be stupid enough to stimulate his bloodline and do such a thing as revealing his whereabouts.

The Demon Lord faintly felt that it should be related to Yan Jiu.

Sometimes, the Demon Lord felt that Yan Jiu was like a magic potion, and anyone who touched her would become unthinkable, such as Qing Yan, such as His Royal Highness the Seventh, and for example, Yuan......

"Here," Elder Mu opened his closed eyes, and a ball of demonic flame appeared in front of him.

"See the Seventh Highness." Elder Mu bowed to His Highness the Seventh.

The Seventh Highness looked at Elder Mu and did not drag the mud and water.

"Without further ado, let's go back."

His Royal Highness the Seventh said, turning his head sideways, "Every time I come to find the third brother, there will always be some interesting things happening, this time, I especially like it, next time, when the third brother returns to the demon world, I will also treat him well." ā€

The Demon Lord smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "I'm afraid there is no such opportunity." (To be continued.) )