In the end, Wu Meng naturally entered Prince Han's mansion as she wished, but as the person who came to the door by herself and the purpose was unknown, she was arranged in a small courtyard and was restricted from leaving.

Wu Meng doesn't care much about this, anyway, when she comes in, she just wants to lock herself up, and she can't be locked up for long, especially when she looks quite filial.

"Mengmeng, do you need me to explore Prince Han's mansion?" After the housekeeper saw Wu Meng enter the courtyard, he washed and ate like a person who was fine, and seemed to have forgotten his purpose.

"Let's take a look at the map, I don't think the Formation Tower will be here. Wu Meng didn't pay much attention. Her goal was the Demon King's Palace, of course, it would be better if she could know the location of the array tower from Prince Han's mouth, but is it possible?

Unless the other party is confused.

'Yes. ’

On the other side, Han Tianqing was very worried, "Shizi, do you really believe that Bai Wuxin?" Oh, Wu Meng has changed his name again, and he will be called Bai Wuxin.

Han shook his head ruthlessly, "Don't believe it, the cubs of the demon race are not as simple as the cubs of the human race, and the demons are the most untrustworthy." ”

"That ......"

"It's just that my grandfather's illness really can't be helped, even if there is longevity grass, I can prolong my life for ten years, I don't dare to hope that the other party can refine and cure my grandfather, but if I can refine the sixth-grade or even seventh-grade longevity pill, then my grandfather can delay it for at least a hundred years. 100 years is enough time for us to do something. "Han Ruthless naturally thinks more than Han Tianqing.

It doesn't matter whether Bai Wuxin has a purpose in mind or not, the important thing is that she is really a six-rank alchemist as she said.

Han Tianqing felt guilty when he heard this, his thinking was really narrow. The son of the world is indeed the son of the world, and it is indeed not comparable to these subordinates.

"However, you keep an eye on Bai Wuxin these days, let's see what her purpose is, but ......" Han Wuru thought of the eccentric Bai Wuxin, and estimated that the other party would drink and sleep well in the yard in the next few days. Thinking of this, Han couldn't help but laugh.

Han Tianqing saw that his son smiled inexplicably, and couldn't help but ask, "Shizi, but what's the matter?"

"It's okay, you go and stare at Bai Wuxin, I'm going to go where my grandfather is. Han shook his head ruthlessly, and then walked towards the main courtyard of the palace.

Prince Han's mansion withered, and now the male in the family is him, grandfather, and a younger brother who has just reached adulthood, and his father died on the battlefield fifty years ago.

The withering of the Han family, coupled with such a background, is the reason why the Demon King is so important, and he is not worried that they will bully the lord at all.

As for the mother's cultivation is not high, she is only in the Jindan period, and she has been injured in childbirth and will not be able to advance for life. The little sister is very talented, but she is only destined to be included in the Demon King's Palace.

Han ruthless's mood was a little heavy, originally he was not the kind of person who was sad and sad, but recently, when he saw the guests of the City Lord's Mansion and looked at the desertion of his own palace, he couldn't help but have a comparison in his heart.

Han ruthlessly looked at the brightly lit courtyard, and his heart was even more urgent. Now their Han Prince's Mansion is supported by their grandfather's prestige.

Time flies and it is several days, Wu Meng eats, drinks, sleeps and sleeps every day, and when she sees the rhubarb, she can't help but worry that the leisurely life has corroded Meng Meng?

He's waiting for Meng Meng to cross the catastrophe and become an immortal, and take him with him by the way!

But his worries are unnecessary, the targeted black moe is waiting for the rabbit, and the rabbit is about to take the bait, hey, there seems to be something wrong.

On this day, Wu Meng just pretended to have breakfast, and heard that the prince was invited.

"Look, isn't this person coming?" Wu Meng muttered, and went out with rhubarb, and was respectfully led to the main courtyard by Han Tianqing along the way, Wu Meng was still a little curious about Han Tianqing's 180-degree change in attitude.

However, thinking about the current situation of Prince Han, it is clear that his attitude has changed.

Wu Meng didn't bother too much, and soon set his sights on the building of the prince's mansion. This building is an original restoration of the aesthetics of the demon world, with a darker tone and simple and clear decoration. At a glance, they are all courtyards with the same pattern, the difference is in the size, through a long corridor to the main courtyard, to the main courtyard has some gorgeous and solemn decoration.

"Shizi, Bai Wuxin is here. Han Tianqing first let Wu Meng wait outside, and went to report by himself.

"Got it. Han Tianqing, who was talking to his grandfather, whispered. "Grandfather, the Dan Master I told you about yesterday is here. Shall we let her in now?"

"Oh, is that little devil boy?" The light in the room was a little dim, and it was impossible to see Prince Han's expression at this time, but there was a hint of interest in his hoarse voice.

"Yes. Han ruthlessly breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that his grandfather was not angry. Speaking of which, my grandfather has seen more Danshi in the past thousands of years, and he is less and less willing to see Danshi and Pharmacist.

"Then let her in. Although he has no feelings for Danshi, he is still a little interested in the little demon boy that his grandson said.

"Yes, my grandson will call her in. After Han ruthlessly finished speaking, he couldn't wait to walk out.

Half an hour later, he brought Wu Meng in.

As soon as Wu Meng entered the house, she felt a little depressed, so turbid that she was about to turn into an evil demonic aura, the smell of medicine that could not be dispersed in the air, coupled with the dim light, made people feel like they had entered the devil's nest, oh, she was indeed in the devil's nest now.

"The smell of this room is too big, why don't you open the window?" Wu Meng glanced at the closed window of the room, continuing to play to her advantages as a "child".

"Grandfather's illness is not suitable for the wind. "It's not even appropriate to absorb the demonic aura, the demonic aura in the house is all exuded from my grandfather's body.

"Oh, yes?" I think if I stay in the house, I don't get sick.

Han ruthlessly saw that Wu Meng didn't think about it and didn't explain.

"Can you light a lamp then? It's too dark in the room. Wu Meng said again. The huge room was also in front of the huge bed, and there were two lamps on either side.

Han Wuru frowned when he heard this, this Bai Wuxin really thought he was a Dan Dao master?

"Light the lamp mercilessly. Then there was a voice from behind the layers of curtains. Hoarse and old, with a breath of death, it must be the dying Prince Han.

"Yes!" Han ruthlessly did so, and with a wave of his hand, the lights that had been hidden everywhere turned on, and suddenly the whole room lit up.

Wu Meng nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the light, from where she was standing now to the huge bed in the center, there were as many as five layers of curtains, you must know that she had already walked through four layers of curtains just now.

"But where is the old prince Han?" Wu Meng pointed to the huge bed in the center.

Han nodded ruthlessly, and Wu Meng suddenly raised his foot to step over the next layer of curtains and go inside. was just stopped immediately, and Wu Meng looked at Han ruthlessly in puzzlement. Han said ruthlessly, "Grandfather is sick and haggard, and it is not suitable to see guests." As he spoke, he waved, and a red thread flew out of the central bed and landed on his hand, and then handed it to Wu Meng.

Wu Meng was stunned, hanging silk to diagnose the pulse?