She rubbed her hands furiously, breathing out cold air continuously, even a little bit of ice and snow fell on her eyebrows. She asked again, "Mingye... How is Mingye?"

Just as she was about to go in, she found that Mo Yu had blocked the entrance with his arm. Mo Yu's eyes were indifferent, "Your Majesty, the Lord's order does not allow you to enter!"

She had come here many times, and each time she was ruthlessly rejected by Mo Yu. As for what Li Zang said about Ming Ye's injury, she still had some hesitation.

Mo Yu saw the hurt expression on her face and couldn't help but comfort her, "My Lady, the Lord will be fine."

Finally, he used various excuses to get Jiuxi to go back. Mo Yu looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, opened the door curtain, and walked in quietly. Inside the stone house, the temperature suddenly rose. If Mo Yu was not a zombie, he would have been burned to ashes by the flames.

A large hole was chiseled out on the neat ice surface, making it look like a pool, and in the cold water, a man lay quietly. The man had delicate features, and his long eyelashes trembled with his breathing. His two hands were placed on the ice, but his originally white arms were now covered with demonic energy, and scars flowed one by one under his skin.

Even Jiuxi didn't know that at the end of the Hell Sea was an icy lake, and this lake was a holy place for healing. Many years ago, there was scorching magma on one side and icy lake water on the other, but they existed in a very coordinated way, and no one crossed the boundaries of anyone else.

Just like lovers who have missed each other forever, they can never be compatible.

Mo Yu looked at Ming Ye's handsome eyebrows and eyes, squatted down with his body slightly tilted, and looked at the demonic energy on his arm with loss in his eyes. He sat back at the desk resignedly and flipped through the ancient medical scriptures.

It’s not that Mo Yu was unwilling to let Jiuxi in, but it was a death order left by the king.

The immortal soldiers at the Ghost Gate had long been impatient. Seeing the little ghost guarding the gate, they were furious and shouted, "This underworld is really arrogant! They just repelled the Demon Lord!"

The immortal soldier next to him also echoed, "I heard that the queen of the zombie world once killed our prince!"

"If it weren't for the Corpse King protecting her from behind, she would have already become a wronged soul beneath the Zhuxian Stage!"

As luck would have it, every word of these words fell into Jiuxi's ears. Jiuxi ordered Li Zang to open the door. A cold wind blew on the faces of the immortal soldiers. Jiuxi angrily scolded, "You guys are really saying things that make me want to laugh. If the Demon Lord is really that vulnerable, then why were all the people in the immortal world locked up in the immortal prison in the first place?"

The faces of these immortal soldiers are still as ugly as before.

She waved her arm and sent Laojun and Cangwu out. After being trapped in the dungeon of the underworld for decades, Cangwu's face became more vicissitudes, and even green stubble grew on his chin. The immortal soldiers looked disgusted and almost didn't recognize Cangwu. Instead, Laojun shook Jiuxi's hand and said, "Thank you, my lady."

It was indeed true that only Laojun's words were more pertinent. However, Laojun was still from the immortal world, and she did not intend to have too much interaction with him.

She looked up at the gifts on the ground, a smile on her lips, and said to Laojun, "Please take these things back with you. The underworld has not yet fallen to the point where it needs help from others."