Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

"Your Highness!!"

The demon soldiers who appeared out of nowhere supported Yanhui.

Having just fought with the Immortal Sect members, Yanhui's internal organs were damaged and he needed to go back to recuperate. He didn't have the strength to get up again.

This is also the reason why Jiang Que did not take action just now. He wanted to wait for him to exhaust his physical strength, so that this guy would not catch up and be struck by lightning with him in vain.

He had calculated the punishment from Heaven accurately. When the time came, he would just need to use the thunder from Heaven to shatter the elixir and destroy his cultivation. How could a person who had not cultivated himself have a heart for Taoism?

Jiang Que's eyes fell coldly on the two demon soldiers behind Yan Hui: "Hurry up and take your Highness back to the Demon Realm to heal his wounds. He killed someone in the Immortal Sect, and the hundreds of families in the Immortal Sect will not let him go easily."

After Jiang Que finished speaking, he flew up and used his sword to divert the thunder that was hovering above his head again.

However, the divine punishment that had already taken shape struck him directly after he left.

Jiang Que dodged with his sword, and the lightning split the sky in half. The lightning that he dodged hit the ground and formed a big hole. It was obvious what would happen to a person if he was struck by it.

People won't retreat unless they are struck by thunder.

After the thunder was completely diverted, the white dot hanging in the air took the thunder head-on. The thunder with terrible power directly pierced through the man's body, nine times in a row.

Yan Hui watched with his own eyes as the figure fell weakly down in mid-air.

"Brother!!"

Yan Hui widened his eyes, his pupils were bloodshot, and he didn't care about the burning sensation in his internal organs. He stood up, holding his chest, and staggered towards the direction where the man fell without wearing shoes.

But before he took two steps, he fell to the ground due to his emotional excitement and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Your Highness!!"

The demon soldiers were terrified.

On the other side, a lot of people from the Immortal Sect came in a large crowd. Their Highness was seriously injured and they were no match at all.

Supporting the half-dead Yanhui, a strong demonic energy flashed by and took Yanhui away.

Only a piece of extremely oppressive lightning was left in the strong wind brought by the punishment of heaven, which broke through the air one by one and smashed heavily in the forest to form an extremely huge sinkhole.

The smell of burning trees came, accompanied by bursts of pungent and unpleasant white smoke.

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Yanhui had a very long dream.

In the dream, he and his senior brother were in the courtyard of the Weeping Soul Pavilion. His senior brother played the piano while he danced with a sword.

Peach blossoms were blooming in the yard, so they used the blossoms to make wine. They then buried the jars of wine under the peach tree together, waiting to drink it in the spring of next year.

When he went to the academy for class, his senior brother would come to pick him up and rush over with a disgusting smile on his face.

But before he could get close, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck his brother and he disappeared without a trace.

“Senior Brother!! Senior Brother!!”

Yanhui kept looking for that figure in his dreams, but no matter where he went, he could never find that figure again.

Yanhui suddenly opened his eyes.

What I saw was a dark demonic realm, with specially made black mist veils hanging all around. The candlelight was dim, slowly drifting in the gloomy wind that blew from nowhere.

Yanhui remembered that this was his bedroom.

The image of Jiang Que being struck by several bolts of lightning and falling helplessly from mid-air suddenly flashed through his mind.

Yanhui's heart suddenly ached and he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood towards the bed.

"Your Highness!" The palace servant heard the noise and came in. He was shocked to see Yanhui lying on the bed and vomiting blood.

He immediately told others to call for the magic doctor.

"Where is my senior brother? How is he?" Yanhui asked weakly, lying on a bed made of dark wood, staring at the dark ceiling with lifeless eyes.

In addition to the injuries left by the fight, his body was still running a fever for some difficult-to-explain reasons, and he looked particularly listless.

His lips were pale and dry, as if he was about to ascend to heaven in the next second.

Everyone who followed him in Yanhui Palace knew that he went to Dushengmen as a disciple. They had been in contact during that period, so it was not difficult to know what His Highness did in Dushengmen.

I just didn’t expect that it was because of that Immortal Lord.