I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 251 The victor is king, the loser is villain, understand?

She was unhappy because they left, and the master was unhappy.

Yin Yi grabbed the purse and stuffed it into his waistband; he hadn't prepared any parting gift.

Because he felt they would see each other again soon, he reached out and grabbed He Yuhuan's bun.

"Could you keep an eye on those two for me? When we get to East Demon Mountain, I'll treat you to a meal that I guarantee you've never had before."

"Really." He Yuhuan's eyes sparkled; the world was so simple.

"Yin Yi, we have to go now. Yu Huan, take good care of your master." Yan Ruoyu smiled slightly at them.

"Miaoqing, you shouldn't have any improper thoughts about the princess, right?" This sentence carried a somewhat threatening tone.

Miao Qing nodded vigorously, "I dare not have any improper thoughts about that living father."

That's truly heartless; they kill without blinking an eye.

"Young Master Yan, don't worry, I'm just Aunt Yu Huan's follower."

Yan Ruoyu squinted, left, boarded the ship, and the ship slowly sailed away, looking at the sky over Dongmo Mountain.

It was as if thick, dark clouds were pressing down, giving the impression that a storm was brewing.

Miao Qing brought He Yuhuan back to Zhongli Yueluo's side, but he still looked at her with some fear.

After all, he had done that kind of thing to her in the realm of desire, and he didn't know how she would deal with him.

"Miaoqing, why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyes were cold, and he held a map in his hand, seemingly looking at something.

“That…Princess.” He knelt down with a thud, displaying his ability to be both flexible and resilient.

"What's this for?"

He lazily glanced at her, and several more ghost guards approached from a distance, coming to report on the situation.

"Princess, I know I was wrong. Please punish me." He knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

He Yuhuan, of course, had no idea that his actions in the realm of desire were known to the innocent girl.

She might have already killed him with two hammer blows; no one could shake her position in her heart.

"It's okay, I can pretend nothing happened. Just take good care of Yuhuan during this time."

He waved his hand, signaling him to stand up, and then looked at the two ghost guards in the distance.

"The large force dispatched by Taiyin City has suppressed the plague on the border, and all the evil spirits that escaped from Guichouyuan have been captured and brought back."

"Where are the two young lords?" He put the map in his pocket and asked carefully.

Su Fengjun reunited with the ghost guards of Taiyin City, while Su Fengling dealt with matters concerning the Sorrowful Abyss Palace with Zisang Luoye.

Zhongli Yueluo walked to Miaoqing's side, took He Yuhuan's hand, and headed towards the direction of Chouyuan Palace.

Almost all the powerful evil spirits came here, and due to the difference in strength, they all chose to submit.

When the contract was signed, Zhongli Yueluo stood next to Zisang Luoye, staring at the crowd below.

She placed her hands on He Yuhuan's shoulders, and the subjugated demons below all knew that Zisang Luoye was nothing more than a puppet.

Miao Qing stood at a distance, her face deathly pale, which naturally served as a blood pack.

Suppressing them with sheer force is not enough to control them; some drastic measures must be taken.

The evil spirits were resentful, but dared not voice their dissent. At that moment, crimson rain clouds gathered in the sky.

They looked up as the rain clouds pressed lower and lower, filling the air with a bloody smell.

That rain was diluted with Miao Qing's blood; let them soak in this torrential downpour for a while.

A few drops of blood would always end up in their mouths, Zhongli Yueluo held up a red umbrella.

He Yuhuan smelled a strange odor mixed in with the blood, but still excitedly ran around on it.

Besides his blood, there is also a mind-control poison.

Evil spirits... so what? In the end, they will all become the sharp blade in her hand!

Zisang Luoye was blind, but she could sense their presence and was extremely flustered.

Moreover, even with a twitch of his nose, he could smell the blood, and Zhongli Yueluo's umbrella tilted towards him.

"It's raining." As soon as these words were spoken, the rain clouds above shimmered a few times.

Then it started to rain heavily, and Zhongli Yueluo watched them coldly.

The demons below felt nothing as the rain lashed them; in fact, they found the blood somewhat sweet.

That's what makes it so terrifying, because the smell of blood is addictive.

He Yuhuan ran and frolicked in the rain, her mouth wide open; the mild toxins were like snacks to her.

The two Su brothers, one holding a black and the other a white oil-paper umbrella, slowly walked to Zhongli Yueluo's side.

There was no initial plan for this, but it somehow came true, fulfilling what Su Fengjun had said.

This is indeed no different from the actions of Gongshu Liang and his group, except that they do not kill people easily.

Zisang Luoye prepared a set of high-sounding words, but the people below would not buy it.

As he stood up in the rain, he still wanted to cause a ruckus in this abyss of sorrow, just like always.

Zhongli Yueluo's red umbrella fell to the ground, and Su Fengling, holding the black umbrella, quickly held it over her head.

They were afraid that she would get even a little wet from these dirty raindrops.

She silently recited the incantation, and the Blood Flute appeared in her hand, watching the evil spirits on it twist and writhe.

The sound of the flute was like silver needles piercing their every muscle and acupoint, and it also felt like a thousand ants gnawing at their hearts with excruciating pain.

The internal organs were twisted into a knot; those with higher cultivation could endure this. The flute player gritted his teeth.

"What are you outsiders? This is an internal struggle within Ghost Sorrow Abyss!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain... understand?" Zhongli Yueluo's dark blue eyes flashed with a cold light.

Then the head of the man who had resisted earlier rolled to the ground and was smashed to pieces by He Yuhuan.

Then came another slurping sound, and there it was again: a mouthful of sharp teeth dripping blood, eyes gleaming green.

With an air of "I'll smash anyone who disagrees with me with two hammer blows," He Yuhuan's sharp, shrill laughter sent chills down their spines.

"Do any of you still have any objections? Anyone who disobeyed Zisang Luoye's orders suffered the same fate as you just now."

He held the Blood Flute in his hand, his eyes narrowed.

However, some people below were not convinced, and others stood up one after another, but Zhongli Yueluo simply beckoned with her finger.

The plum blossom dart in Su Fengling's hand was thrown and it pierced the man's neck, and he slowly fell into a pool of blood.

The protests subsided, and then someone in the crowd shouted, "May the fallen leaves of the mulberry tree serve as your ruler!"

Subsequently, the call was met with overwhelming response, and those people reluctantly prostrated themselves on the ground.

Unfortunately, they had all fallen into Zhongli Yueluo's clutches.

"Zisang Luoye, work hard, at least I will make sure your brother lives and comes back to you."

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, then turned to look at Su Fengjun and Su Fengling.

"I'm a bit tired. Let's leave this matter to them. We should head back to Taiyin City."

Her smile was radiant, and her deep dimples were reflected in their eyes. The two men were taken aback for a moment, then nodded.