Douluo Continent: Reborn Yuhao, their eyes are strange

Chapter 441 Ye Hui Cries from Fear; Yuan En Ye Hui: Yu Hao, you wouldn't be planning to harm my

Chapter 441 Ye Hui Cries from Fear; Yuan En Ye Hui: Yu Hao, you wouldn't be planning to harm my mother, would you?

But after asking the question, Ye Hui's tone changed instantly, showing obvious anxiety and panic.

"Little brother, Auntie doesn't know what happened yet, but I remember being controlled by something very bad."

As long as I'm still alive, I could bring unimaginable disaster to everyone at any time. You'd better hurry up and eliminate Auntie completely.

Just as Yuan Enhui had said before, her mother was a kind and gentle person at heart. Even in this situation where she didn't know where she was, her first thought was still not to implicate others.

Before Huo Yuhao could say anything to explain the current situation, Rakshasa God's slightly amused voice rang out.

"That won't do. Dying isn't that easy. You're something I went to great lengths to obtain through this little guy. How can I let you die so easily before I've made the most of you?"

As Rakshasa God's mocking words fell, the pitch-black void before Ye Hui's eyes suddenly distorted, instantly transforming into a churning sea of ​​blood.

A strange, enormous blood-red eye suddenly opened above the sea of ​​blood, coldly gazing at the Night Glow below.

That familiar, sinister aura sent a shiver down Ye Hui's spine, and even his words became broken and intermittent due to extreme fear.

"This...this is...the aura of demons! Could it be that you also possess demonic seeds? Or perhaps...you yourselves are demons seeking to invade the Douluo plane?"

"Demons? Heh heh heh, how could we be such lowly creatures?"

Accompanied by a chilling laugh, a purplish-black halo flowed and intertwined before that blood-red giant eye.

The Rakshasa god, clad in dark purple divine armor, slowly emerged from the halo and casually sat upon the throne that appeared out of thin air.

Countless tangible evil thoughts swirl around him like venomous snakes, yet they cannot conceal the dignified and noble air of someone who has long held a high position.

The scepter in her hand, radiating a ghostly light, suddenly stopped in mid-air, emitting a crisp humming sound.

"As a person from Douluo Continent, you should have heard of my name. I am the Rakshasa God, the deity who governs all evil thoughts in the world!"

I've come to you today, naturally to do something wicked: to unleash the demonic gate within you that connects to the demonic dimension.

However, I've heard you're a stubborn but kind person, so I doubt you'll obediently cooperate with my plan. Little one, I've completely subdued her now. Come over here immediately and implant the master-servant contract into her.

Once the contract is complete, we can do whatever we want with her, hehehehe————”

Huo Yuhao, who also manifested his form in the sea of ​​blood, exuded an aura of purity and ethereal beauty, completely out of place with the surrounding bloody and evil atmosphere.

He glanced at the red-haired woman who bore a resemblance to Yuan En Ye Hui, but whose face was noticeably softer and more gentle.

At this moment, the woman was bound hand and foot in mid-air by several thick, blood-red tentacles, her mouth even being tightly covered by one of the tentacles. She was struggling desperately but could not make a sound.

Huo Yuhao was absolutely certain that Rakshasa God did this on purpose!

Ye Hui, who was forced into this predicament, stared wide-eyed.

She couldn't believe that this handsome and pure-looking young man was actually in cahoots with this woman who called herself the Rakshasa God.

Furthermore, this Rakshasa god even wanted this little brother to inject him with a master-servant contract that looked extremely improper.

Once the contract is successful, won't she be mercilessly toyed with by these two?

Then they completely lose themselves and become a walking corpse that can be manipulated by others.

Ye Hui grew increasingly desperate, and was on the verge of tears.

Upon seeing this, Huo Yuhao felt a headache coming on. He could only wave his hand casually, and the terrifying scene of the churning sea of ​​blood and the blood-red tentacles wrapped around Ye Hui vanished in an instant, like ice and snow melting away.

He stepped forward and immediately explained, "Auntie, please don't be afraid. I am Yuan Enhui's friend. We are not bad people, and things are definitely not as you imagine."

And this Rakshasa goddess, she's also my friend. She was just joking with you to lighten the mood, please don't take it to heart."

"Who said I was joking?"

Rakshasa God, who was being shielded behind Huo Yuhao, protested loudly with great dissatisfaction: "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to help me revive in the future, little guy, you'll have to pay a considerable price."

Furthermore, we've gone to great lengths to help you resolve this major problem of the "Demon Gate" within you. Given all that effort, isn't it reasonable to receive some compensation?

So, isn't it perfectly normal for you to be the little guy's maid, serving him tea and water?

Slumped on the ground, Ye Hui was still not fully recovered from the shock. She was still sobbing uncontrollably, "You really are bad people—I absolutely will not believe this kind of low-class tactic of slapping someone and then giving them a sweet treat. You even used my little Ye Hui to deceive me—"

Seeing that words could not explain the current situation, Huo Yuhao turned around and glared fiercely at Rakshasa, who was watching the show from behind.

She's made things so messy and embarrassing that Rakshasa God is absolutely responsible for 99% of the blame.

Rakshasa God, however, did not care about any of this, still smiling, and did not think that there was anything wrong with his actions just now.

Huo Yuhao was also at a loss with her. He could only rub his temples helplessly, sigh, and prepare to solve the current problem in the most direct way.

"Yuan Enhui is outside now. Once Auntie goes out, she can talk to her in person and she will understand everything."

However, Auntie, your current special state is not permitted by this plane, and you cannot exist independently outside for too long. Therefore, please keep this brief once we're outside.

Outside, Yuanen Yehui, who had been praying in the same posture for almost half a cup of tea's time, quietly sensed Huo Yuhao beside her.

But they found that he still didn't move, standing there like a wooden statue.

Yuan Enhui couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

According to the strategy Bai Hanying gave her not long ago, under these circumstances, given Huo Yuhao's gentle and considerate nature, shouldn't he be "forced" by the atmosphere to take the initiative to worship his mother with her?

Then, it's only natural to treat this as an alternative ceremony for meeting the parents.

At this point, all she needs to do is find some excuse to break the ice between them, and she can rightfully win over Huo Yuhao.

In particular, Bai Hanying used her self-proclaimed title of "Number One Love Theory Master" to vouch for the success of this strategy, guaranteeing that it would be absolutely foolproof.

But why did reality not develop in the way the script had foreshadowed?

Never mind, she'll just keep praying here. She refuses to believe that Huo Yuhao won't realize her feelings after she keeps praying for an hour or two!

Mom, please bless your daughter so that she can successfully win over the man she loves tonight!

Just as Yuan Enhui was muttering to herself, she suddenly heard an unusually familiar yet gentle voice calling her name.

"Little Yehui—is it really you—Mommy's sweet daughter—?"

Upon hearing the voice, Yuan Enhui was jolted awake and quickly opened his eyes.

But there she saw her mother, who looked exactly the same as she remembered, standing not far in front of her.

At this moment, the mother was looking down at her somewhat unreal hands and body with a look of astonishment on her face.

Clearly, Ye Hui was too emotional just now and wanted to rush forward to hug his daughter and express his longing, but he found that he passed right through her.

"Mother----"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Yuan Enhui quickly stood up and reached out to hug his mother's illusory body.

However, this scene, where illusion and reality overlap, appears slightly eerie under the cover of night.

Huo Yuhao coughed lightly, and a slightly helpless voice followed: "Auntie, you are currently only in a pure soul state, and you cannot make any physical contact at all. Besides, look at the sky."

The once bright moon has been obscured by a thick layer of dark clouds.

From within the clouds, low rumbles and thunder seemed to rumble and roar incessantly. Judging from this, a terrifying lightning strike would likely descend in no time.

After losing the interference of the Demon Seed with the consciousness of the plane, Ye Hui, as an anomaly tainted by the demonic aura and no longer belonging to the Douluo plane, was obviously rejected by the rules of heaven and earth.

Being directly targeted by the Heavenly Tribulation, Ye Hui, as the person directly involved, naturally felt it most deeply.

This sense of dread, originating from the depths of her soul, chilled her to the bone even more than the terrifying scenes she had just witnessed.

She finally understood that Huo Yuhao hadn't lied to her; she truly couldn't remain in the outside world for much longer. She quickly asked to confirm, "Daughter, can Mom trust this little brother?"

Although Yuan Enhui was somewhat puzzled and didn't understand why her mother would ask such a question, she still nodded affirmatively.

Having received this positive signal, Ye Hui dared not delay any longer and fled as if he were a streak of light, merging back into Huo Yuhao's brow.

The tribulation clouds in the sky quickly dissipated after losing their target.

The soft moonlight shone down again, but Yuan Enhui's expression had completely changed.

With three parts gratitude, three parts joy, four parts excitement, and a strong sense of suspicion.

She stared intently at Huo Yuhao, as if trying to discern something from his face.

The next moment, Yuanen Yehui's words startled Huo Yuhao even more.

"Yuhao, you've been standing there in a daze, not saying a word. Were you thinking about how to hurt my mother?"

Yuan Enhui couldn't help but have such doubts.

Ever since they learned that Huo Yuhao, Zhu Zhuqing, and even Xiao Wu had already experienced those indescribable intimate things, their little group was now quite certain, even nine-tenths certain, that Huo Yuhao was very interested in the mature, intellectual, and gentle older sister type.

This preference becomes immediately apparent when comparing the relationship between Nanali and Aya.

It was clearly Nanali who knew Huo Yuhao before Yali, and could even be said to be one of the earliest people to accompany him.

However, in terms of progress in the strategy, Nanali is completely behind Yali.

Even as Dai Yun'er often said, she claimed that she and Huo Yuhao knew each other inside and out.

But in reality, they could all see that Dai Yun'er was more like a clingy, affectionate kitten that Huo Yuhao had raised.

Looking at his own mother, who was mature, gentle, and kind, wasn't she exactly the kind of woman Huo Yuhao had always admired?

Thinking about this, Yuan Enhui felt extremely anxious.

While Huo Yuhao was still looking bewildered, and even wondering how Yuanen Yehui could have such a bizarre thought, Yuanen Yehui had already taken a few steps forward, and the distance between the two was instantly reduced to within inches.

Their warm breaths, carrying a unique warmth, intertwined and mingled in the air.

This red-haired girl, who had always given off an aloof and arrogant vibe, now had an unprecedented stubbornness and seriousness in her bright, obsidian-like eyes.

"Yuhao, I've grown up now, and my figure is almost as good as Dean Yali's. If you really want to, Yuhao, I can wear the same clothes as Mom and try to be as gentle as her."

"Wait a minute, Yuanen, stop fooling around—"

Before Huo Yuhao could finish speaking, Yuanen Yehui, a girl who was always decisive and didn't hesitate once she made up her mind, had already slightly tiptoed.

Without warning, she launched a somewhat clumsy attack on the white-haired boy's lips.

However, for Yuan En Yehui, who had never had any practical experience, this was a completely unfamiliar field that only existed in theoretical concepts.

Instead of their lips touching as expected, their noses collided first.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Yuan Enhui let out a muffled groan of pain, her dark eyes instantly welling up with tears, filled with grievance.

She had finally mustered up the courage to launch a perfect surprise attack while Huo Yuhao was distracted, but her clumsiness had turned it into this ridiculous and embarrassing situation.

For someone as strong-willed as her, who never easily admits defeat, at this moment she really wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never see anyone again. She even almost lost the courage to continue living.

Just as Yuan Enhui was struggling with whether to simply close her eyes and pretend to be unconscious to fool the situation, her slightly sore nose was gently massaged, and a familiar, gentle voice fell into her ears.

"It shouldn't have hurt that much, right? There's no need to rush these things. I'm standing right here, I'm not going to run away—"

By the end, Huo Yuhao's tone clearly betrayed a sense of weariness.