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

Ji Qingzhou was not very surprised by the bald chicken's reaction.

As early as when he learned that the Demon King had established his own race called "Zhao", the bald chicken's behavior was a little strange.

Ji Qingzhou heard that his tone was wrong, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Now that the bald chicken took the initiative to bring up the topic, Ji Qingzhou asked the Demon King, "Master Demon King, I heard from my second senior brother that you established your own race, named Zhao. What does this mean?"

The Demon King took the seasoning plate handed to him by Ji Qingzhou, placed it in front of him, and replied: "This... Actually, it doesn't count as my independence."

She looked at Ji Qingzhou and smiled: "The Zhao clan has always existed."

Ji Qingzhou was startled: "Always existed?"

This was also the first time Long Aogu had heard of this: "I have never heard of the Zhao Clan before."

"Because the Zhao Clan is just an idea, many monsters may have been raised by a member of the Zhao Clan, but they themselves are not aware of it."

The Demon King did not hide it, and it was not a secret in itself, it was just that no one had ever mentioned it.

"The Zhao tribe member who raised me is actually a hybrid demon of human and merman. According to her, the Zhao tribe originated more than 10,000 years ago. She doesn't know who founded it."

"She said that the elder who founded the Zhao Clan adhered to a philosophy—"

"Family is connected by love, not blood."

"A Zhao clan member can be a strange demon from anywhere in the world, or even a stranger. As long as they can stand up and protect their clan members and love their families, they are a member of our Zhao clan."

"When I was young, my blood was mixed and I got a congenital disease. My body was weak and I couldn't survive in the cruel demon world."

"It was a time of famine, and my father wanted to exchange me with another demon child as food."

There was a great famine that year, and the monsters ate each other.

"My mother couldn't bear it, so she kicked me out of the house at night."

The Demon King said this with a complicated smile.

The mother knew very well that with her physical condition, she would probably not be able to get out of the mountain and would die in the forest.

If she died, her body would be found by her family, and how to use it then would be another matter.

Sometimes, a dead child can be more comfortably "dealt with" than a living one.

The Demon King did not blame his family for their cruelty.

After all, the demon world has always been like this, where the strong prey on the weak and natural selection prevails.

The Demon King was actually very grateful that her mother's slight "kindness" gave her a glimmer of hope.

No one could have imagined that a weak little demon with a congenital disease and who could only breathe heavily after every three steps could walk out of the mountains and escape the fate of being eaten.

The Demon King was very lucky. After escaping from the mountain, he was picked up by his foster mother who happened to be passing by as a bell doctor and his congenital disease was cured.

Without the obstacle of blood conflict, the Demon King's talent for cultivation was naturally revealed, and he soared into the sky.

She had been fed up with the pain brought by weakness since she was a child, and she no longer wanted to be a weak person whose fate was controlled by the strong. She only wanted to climb to the highest point.

The highest point in the demon world is the Demon King's throne.

When her adoptive mother heard about her aspirations, she did not discourage her. She just said, "If you really become the Demon King and have your own territory, you can create your own race."

The Demon King is a mixed-blood, destined to be different from those demons who are connected by blood.

She is unique, she has no peers.

But she has a family.

Her adoptive mother said to her, "I am also mixed-blood. The human race sees me as an alien. I can't find the mermaids hiding in the vast ocean, and I don't know if they will accept me."

"But I don't care about these, because I have my own family and my own people."

The foster mother told the Demon King about the race "connected by love".

"The demon who adopted me is also a half-blood demon. She said she was from the Zhao tribe, an extremely ancient and unknown race whose members are spread all over the demon world."

Most members of the Zhao tribe are of mixed blood, are not tolerated by their own people, and are always regarded as aliens.

They left their tribe and wandered outside alone, but they were inextricably linked with a group of demons who had no blood relationship with them.

Unfortunately, the Zhao clan is not prosperous, and its members are scattered all over the demon world without a place to belong.

The foster mother said to the Demon King, who was then called Zhongli Baisheng, "If you really become the Demon King, you should build a home for the members of the Zhao Clan - for more displaced creatures."

In this family, blood is not respected.

This home connects everyone with love.

Therefore, the first thing Zhongli Baisheng did after sitting on the throne of the Demon King was to build his own city and create the race "Zhao".

She spread this news to every corner of the demon world, telling the Zhao clan members who were scattered all over the place with no way home, as well as the countless displaced creatures—

From today on, you have a home.

"People mistakenly believe that I founded the Zhao clan, but in fact, the Zhao clan has existed for thousands of years."

After the Demon King told Ji Qingzhou about the origins of the Zhao Clan, he looked at the bubbling Wumi porridge pot and asked, "Is it ready?"

"Ah."

Ji Qingzhou came to his senses and heard the whimpering of Bald Chicken in the chat group.

She remained silent as she poured the sliced ​​fish, cleaned clams and other seafood into the pot.

In a short while, the translucent fish meat turned milky white and slightly curled up after being boiled in porridge water.

The tightly closed clams also opened their mouths, revealing the tender meat.

Ji Qingzhou picked them up, put them on a plate, and signaled to the Demon King and Long Aogu that they could eat them.

The Demon King didn't hesitate to pick up a piece of fish, rolled it in the dipping sauce dish, evenly coated it with the sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth along with a chili pepper.

As soon as it took a bite, the first thing you tasted was the sauce that was a perfect blend of fragrance and spiciness, wrapped in thick porridge, with a mellow and novel taste that occupied the Demon King's taste buds.

The Demon King raised his eyebrows, and his teeth unconsciously moved up and down as he chewed the fish.

The inkstone fish is nicknamed "carnivore". It feeds on carnivorous animals. In order to catch those nimble small fish, it swims frantically in the water all year round and moves quickly, which has enabled it to develop firm fish meat.

After being boiled in porridge, the fish meat becomes smooth and chewy, and the sauce can't hide its sweetness. Even without dipping sauce, eating the fish fillets boiled in porridge alone is a pleasure.

The Demon King swallowed the mouthful of fish and was about to admire Ji Qingzhou's cooking skills, but he heard a "smacking" sound beside him.

Turning her head, she saw that Long Aogu, who was always dignified and serious in front of her, was now eating with his chopsticks flying and looking very happy.

The Demon King smiled and was about to tease Long Aogu about his good appetite, but suddenly he saw that the plate that was piled full just now was now only a layer of bottom left -

Where's the fish? Where's the clams?!

The Demon Queen had a solemn look on her face. She realized something was wrong and no longer cared about praising or teasing anyone. She immediately stretched out her chopsticks and started snatching the fish from her most trusted general.

There is no king or subject at the dinner table!

If you strike first, you will be stronger, if you strike later, you will suffer disaster!

After eating some, Ji Qingzhou was already 70% full. Seeing that Demon King and Long Aogu were eating with relish, he cooked for them.

By the end of the meal, even the porridge water at the bottom of the pot had turned into delicious soup, which was drunk up by the two monsters without a drop left.

Long Aogu burped in a very ungraceful manner.

The Demon King sighed and said, "If I leave you in the Central City, I don't know when your master will come to kill me."

such a pity.

The Demon King didn't really want to confront the crazy woman who was willing to go to the Demon Palace to kill for her little disciple, so he could only give up the dangerous idea with regret.

"correct."

After the Demon King finished eating, he thought of the important matter and signaled Ji Qingzhou to stretch out his hand.

Ji Qingzhou thought of the map of the demon world that the Demon Queen owed him, and guessed that she might want to give it to him, so he stretched out his right hand.

The Demon King pulled her left hand over as well, and held it up with both hands.

Ji Qingzhou held his hands, thinking that the Demon King paid great attention to etiquette——

"Crash."

Immediately afterwards, more than ten spatial spiritual artifacts, including rings, bracelets, and necklaces, were all poured into Ji Qingzhou's hands by the Demon King.

Ji Qingzhou: “…Ah?”

Did the Demon King give her the entire inventory of maps of the demon world?