OBS Chapter 397 Feather Demon 2
Chapter 397 Feather Demon 2
But all of this felt like a slap in the face. Although it wasn't her fault or her problem, her past rejection and even disgust towards the demon race was now like a boomerang, piercing her heart.
Yun Qingrou never imagined that she had demon blood, nor did she ever imagine that her mother was a demon. The one she once hated and loathed was now inextricably linked to her.
In less than two months, she had already endured enough, and now that her mother was not doing well, a strong sense of self-blame was about to overwhelm her.
"Arou...it's not too late, don't be sad..." Yun Qingyi gently patted her back and said softly.
Fortunately, Yun Qingrou has always been very receptive. She closed her eyes, rested her head on Yun Qingyi's shoulder, cleared her mind, and briefly relieved her emotions.
"I'm fine, sister." After a while, she opened her eyes and got out of Yun Qingyi's arms, her voice devoid of emotion.
The matter is not yet resolved, and she does not want to waste time on this kind of self-reproaching emotion.
Most importantly, she didn't want her older sister to think she was useless.
Yun Qingrou composed herself, looked at the woman, and said in a slightly awkward voice, "Mother..."
Yun Qingrou was still a little unaccustomed to saying it. She paused for a moment and then said, "I want to know everything."
Seeing that Yun Qingrou was no longer resisting her, the woman's blood-stained eyes glistened with murky tears. She instinctively turned her head away, not wanting the child to see her in this ugly state. Then she realized that she had already used illusion magic to cover her face from the beginning, and she turned her head back somewhat embarrassed.
The woman stopped talking nonsense, paused for a moment as if recalling something, and then slowly said, "My name is Shen Li, and I belong to the lineage of the Demon God. I live in the Demon God Palace, but of the Demon God bloodline, only I remain, and I do not have the ability to awaken the power of my bloodline."
In the demon race, strength is always the measure of power. However, because of my connection to the demon god, even though I am weak and useless, the demons did not drive me out of the demon god's palace. Instead, they took extra care of me.
Living in the Demon God's Temple was not only me, but also some powerful demon shamans, who were quite old. Those demon shamans often liked to give me strange things to play with, and would affectionately pat my head, but there was a complex look in their eyes that I couldn't understand. At that time, I was young and did not understand the deep meaning in their eyes.
So much so that when they talked about the future of the demon race, they would often sigh and shake their heads in front of me. At that time, I didn't understand what they had divined and didn't take it seriously. After all, at that time, I thought that the demon race I belonged to was very prosperous.
Demons often came to the Demon God's Palace to worship him. Every time they came, they would bring offerings and gifts for me. Those days, the time I spent looking forward to the gifts were the happiest time of my life.
Later, I married a man who, as the daughter of a demon god, had earned my favor, a source of great pride.
He was our most valiant general, who protected and killed enemies without ever suffering a defeat. After a year of marriage, she became pregnant. We were very happy and thought that life would continue peacefully like this.
But the decline of the demon race was so sudden and unexpected. When the armies of those righteous sects arrived, he did not hesitate to go to war. In the end, what I saw was his head, hanging on the banner of the Zixiao Sect.
The demon generals fought to the death, but they were no match for the overwhelming numbers. I evacuated many old, weak, and disabled demons, but in doing so, I was captured.