Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

But how is that possible? Besides, only a fool would believe such unfounded threats.

"Okay, I understand. I'll have someone escort you away right away."

Xu Tang: “…”

Is he having tinnitus? Is he hallucinating?

Can this supreme ruler of the demon world listen to the threats of this hundred-year-old boy?

"No need." Wang You grabbed Xu Tang, who was still in a daze, with one hand, and forced him to turn back into a palm-sized fishman "figure" and threw him into his sleeve.

"There's another one underground. You can figure it out yourself."

After saying that, Wang You flicked his sleeves and left without saying another word.

There's another one underground.

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and looked at the ground. He raised his hand and waved it. Suddenly, the intact ground cracked open. Po Zhuokong and his messy demon army, who had been sealed underground by Shen Qiao, were all sprayed out along the water like a fountain.

Po Zhuokong's stomach was filled with cold water, and his belly was bulging.

Climbing up from the ground in a panic, Po Zhuokong raised the stone hammer in his hand and shouted viciously, "Where are you?! Come out! I'm going to kill you, little brat!"

"enough."

This scolding finally brought Po Zhuokong back to his senses and he looked up at the sky. He stood there in a daze for a long time, then was startled. He immediately knelt on one knee and saluted, then began to complain indignantly, "My Lord! You must intervene in this matter! This fairy world is too bullying!!"

The Demon Lord looked at Po Zhuokong thoughtfully.

In fact, it was agreed that Wang You would come forward to deal with the three dishonest demon kings in the demon world, but no one expected that he would kill two of them directly.

What should I do with the remaining one? Kill him? That won't work. All the people Po Zhuokong brought are watching. Killing them one by one would make too much noise.

Or... why not just keep him? Anyway, this third brother is always easy to fool, so keeping him around makes him easier to control and can also draw hatred from the people in the immortal world. When the new demon king takes office... I'm afraid there will be people who are dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, the Demon Lord sneered in his heart.

"Alright, I understand." The Demon Lord didn't want to listen to his complaints anymore and gave the order directly, "Jin Yanxiao, Fang Chuanyu. These two people failed to do their job and let the people from the immortal world escape, but considering that they have already died in battle, I will not pursue any further charges."

At this point, the Demon Lord looked at Po Zhuokong who was kneeling on the ground, "As for you, you are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. From now on, you are punished and are not allowed to leave your own territory."

When Po Zhuokong heard this, he thought, wasn't this just a disguised way of locking him up? So he immediately became unhappy, "Ah? But..."

"Are you questioning me?"

The suffocating pressure poured down, forcing Po Zhuokong to kneel on the ground.

"Those two at least tried their best. What about you? You were trapped underground without losing a single soldier. You're really embarrassing the Demon Realm. I didn't bother with you because you've worked so hard for the Demon Realm for so long. How dare you still not be satisfied?"

"No, I dare not!" He begged for mercy quickly. His current realm was not as good as the other two dead demon kings. How could he dare to disobey?

"Don't dare to be the best."

The Demon Lord gave a sly smile, then changed to a serious tone, "I know you don't want this to happen, but things have come to this. If I don't punish you, what will others think? Hmm?"

After hearing the euphemistic tone, Po Zhuokong cautiously raised his head again. When he looked at the almighty Demon Lord, he lowered his head and kowtowed vigorously. "Thank you for your advice, Your Excellency! I understand!"

An idiot.

The Demon Lord sneered in his heart, but his tone remained unchanged, "I understand. Pack up and go back. There will be times in the future when you will be needed."

"Yes!!"

"Tsk..."

"Whoops..."

The continuous sighs made Shen Qiao's mouth twitch. "You all are making me feel hopeless."

"Go away, you rascal! Look at what you're doing! Your disciple is temporarily blinded! He's not disfigured!"

"Didn't you say it can't be exposed to the light? I thought it would be more secure this way."

Ze Lan sneered unhappily and ordered Wu Jin to remove the bandages wrapped around Shen Qiao's forehead. "That's not necessary! I checked it out. There's nothing serious wrong with your eye. It's just been severely overdrawn and needs to be healed. Two months, I guarantee it'll be back."

"Ah? Does it have to be two months?" Shen Qiao calculated silently. According to the progress of her previous life, she remembered that one month later would be the time for all the immortals to enter the secret realm, right?

"Yes, it must be two months." Ze Lan said without question, "This is already the fastest under normal circumstances. Your foundation is not good. Although you have been recuperating well in the past three years, you have been overdrawing too frequently recently. Now that you have time, of course you must do your best to recover."

Shen Qiao frowned unconsciously, looking a little conflicted, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Wu Jin untied the bandage that Wang You had wrapped around her before, and then tied the cloth soaked in medicine around her again according to Ze Lan's request.

During this time, Shen Qiao didn't hear Wang You's voice again and thought he was gone. So when Ze Lan and Wu Jin left the room to get the prescription, Shen Qiao relaxed and lay back on the bed, sighing openly.

"At such a young age, you have a lot to think about."

The sudden sound made Shen Qiao's heart skip a beat. Feeling guilty, she sat up on the bed again. As a result, she pulled hard on the tear in the palm of Hu's right hand, causing her to gasp and shake her hand. "You didn't leave?"

Wang You didn't respond to her. Shen Qiao couldn't see what he was doing, but he seemed to be looking at her.

This sudden silence made her feel a little uncomfortable. If they could see each other on normal days, Shen Qiao could still chat with each other, but now she knew nothing and didn't know how to get along with others.

"Why... aren't you talking?" she asked anxiously.

Wang Youhuan was leaning against the door with his hands, staring straight at her without any hesitation. If Shen Qiao could see it now, he would probably tease her, "There are words on my face?"

He still didn't say a word, just watching the child go from feeling guilty at first to feeling uneasy, and finally to being so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

"...Heh." He chuckled, but it was not just a mockery. Even he himself did not realize that there was some unknown emotion in it.

"Are you worried about the secret realm trial in a month?"

Shen Qiao was speechless for a moment after being hit by the words. Helplessly, he leaned back slightly with his hands behind his back. "This secret realm only opens once every hundred years. It would be a pity to miss it."

“So what if I missed it?”

"……Um?"

Wang You looked at her puzzled expression, tilted his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes. "How many good things can there be in a mere thousand-year-old secret realm? If you want something, I'll give it to you directly."