The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Liu Furuo’s words overlapped with Ji Qingzhou’s guess.

She was about to say something when she suddenly heard an eagle's cry that soared into the sky from the direction of the Baishi tribe behind her.

Ji Qingzhou and his companions subconsciously turned their heads to look, and saw female eagles soaring in the sky hundreds of miles away, like a well-trained army.

In their eyes, they were nothing more than a collection of neatly arranged small black dots, yet inexplicably spectacular.

The huge female eagle in the front with a wingspan of dozens of meters flapped its wings, creating a hurricane.

The hurricane created by tens of thousands of female eagles roared towards Ji Qingzhou like a tornado.

The two sides were far apart, and the howling wind traveled hundreds of miles and turned into comfortable breezes when it reached Ji Qingzhou.

Ji Qingzhou sat on the edge of the spirit boat. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, loosely grasping the gentle breeze like a stream, feeling the wind passing through her fingers.

"It's the breeze that sends you off..."

The grass murmurs in the wind.

Ji Qingzhou didn't understand what it meant, and was just about to search his mind for the content about Qingfeng's farewell in "Detailed Explanation of the Ten Thousand Races in the Demon World".

The storm in front of him explained, "This is the highest etiquette of our Wind Eagle tribe to see off distinguished guests."

The Wind Eagles believe that they are favored by the God of Wind and are children of the wind.

When facing the most valued and beloved guests, the Wind Eagle Clan will travel thousands of miles to bring a breath of fresh air to the guests.

May the wind help you on this journey and may you have a smooth journey.

"It seems that the priest has presented the ashes of the God of War and the predecessors to the clan leader, and it was the clan leader who prepared a cool breeze to send off Fellow Daoist Ji."

Storm said, having already stopped moving forward.

Her sharp eagle eyes were filled with respect as she looked at Ji Qingzhou: "Fellow Daoist Ji, we have come a long way. May the wind god bless you and help you on this journey. May you have a smooth journey."

Feng Xiaocao also jumped out of the spirit boat and revealed his true form.

Ji Qingzhou bowed to the two demons and said, "Thank you for your three thousand miles of farewell. We will meet again someday if we are lucky enough."

She said goodbye to the storm, the wind and the grass, then drove the spirit boat away.

Storm looked at the spirit boat flying away, flapped its wings, and created a hurricane.

Send a breath of fresh breeze to Ji Qingzhou.

Just then, a ring came against the wind.

Storm was quick-witted and quick-handed. He hooked the ring with his claws and found that it was a space spiritual weapon.

Probing inside with his spiritual sense, Feng Bao saw mountains of spiritual rice and spiritual flesh.

"Friend Ji——"

Storm exclaimed in surprise.

However, Ji Qingzhou's spirit boat was no longer visible.

Even if she wanted to chase him, she couldn't.

Storm transformed into a human form, and carefully held in his hand the ring that would allow the Baishi tribe to have enough food and drink for a period of time in the future and to get their lives back on track with peace of mind, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Xiao Cao, you said before that you envied the men in the storybooks, who could drink and eat meat, fight and struggle, and protect their women."

Feng Bao suddenly spoke, and these words made Feng Xiaocao want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Feng Xiaocao quietly defended herself: "That, that was because I was reading a book and was too excited..."

Storm looked at him: "So you still want to fight now?"

Hearing this, Feng Xiaocao's heart was moved, "I..."

I have witnessed the storm rushing into the enemy's ranks, sweeping away the enemy troops and returning victorious.

How could Feng Xiaocao not envy and admire such high spirits?

To say I don't want to is a lie.

Seeing that he was moved, Feng Bao suddenly said, "Xiao Cao, if possible, I hope that there will be no more fighting and disputes in the demon world."

Feng Xiaocao couldn't believe that she heard such words from the mouth of the warlike and strong-willed Feng Bao.

"Are you...are you serious?" Feng Xiaocao couldn't help but ask.

Storm nodded and said, "If the demon world can be peaceful and happy forever, I would like to break my wings, so that I can no longer swing a hurricane to sweep away the enemy army that is waiting for me. I would like to destroy my claws, so that I can no longer break open the enemy's chest and crush their hearts."

Feng Xiaocao was stunned: "Storm, you..."

"But there is no eternal peace in this world. We can only choose to fight."

Storm looked up at the vast sky and said slowly, "Female eagles are born strong. It is the Mother Wind Goddess who has bestowed upon us unparalleled talents and powers."

"We must not let her down, so we must stand up and protect the weaker eagles and the demons who depend on us!"

This is the responsibility passed down by her mother, her mother's mother...generation after generation of female eagles.

"Little grass, the words in human books will not cut wounds on your flesh and make you experience real pain and despair, but the sharp teeth and claws of the enemy will."

“Fighting is not beautiful. It makes the strong excited, but brings endless pain to the weak.”

Even the primitive and barbaric demons have eyes that can see the color of blood and see the pain behind the blood.

"Little Grass, I wish that you, the eagles, and all the weak demons will never be drawn into the fight and face the threat of death."

Feng Bao looked at Feng Xiaocao, who had burst into tears, and said seriously, "This is the meaning of us female eagles rushing to the front."

"Storm, I was wrong!"

This time, Feng Xiaocao finally understood why Feng Bao was so disappointed with his "dream".

He could only see the glory of the strong in the book, but not the struggle of the weak.

He looked forward to being surrounded by thousands of monsters, but he never thought that beyond the cheers, there was a faint cry for help in the corner.

He is so superficial.

War is never beautiful.

Feng Xiaocao cried and hugged Bao Bao, "From today on, I will have the same wish as you - I hope that the demon world will one day usher in peace."

"By then, the hurricane you stir up with your wings will no longer sweep across the enemy army, but will gather rain clouds in the sky above the tribe, bringing down sweet rain to nourish the crops."

"Your claws no longer pierce the chests of your enemies, but instead chisel away at the rocks of the tribe, adding bricks and tiles to build a better home."

Feng Xiaocao hugged Bao Bao tightly, "Bao Bao, you have inherited the name and spirit of the Goddess of War, and continued her hope. You will survive the war and witness the arrival of the day we have been waiting for."

Feng Bao smiled and hugged Feng Xiaocao: "Yeah!"

……

"Qing Zhou, do you think that what Feng Xiaocao said was influenced by the demon species?"

On the other side, Ji Qingzhou and others were discussing the topic that had not been finished just now.

Liu Furuo still couldn't believe it. "If that's the case, doesn't that mean Ji Qiuyu also has a demon seed hidden in him? But I don't feel anything strange about him."

Besides being always weird and hating humans, he only likes to be a dark mushroom and stick close to snakes.

Ji Qiuyu is considered a normal person in other places.

"Because when you met him, he had already lived in the Spirit Beast Gate for many years."

Ji Qingzhou controlled the spirit boat and adjusted its direction, saying in a complicated tone: "I have seen him before. At that time... he was not quite the same as he is now."