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

"She is someone you can't compete with."

The blue dragon spoke in human language, and Miaomiao's voice rang out beside Ji Qingzhou's ear: "Qingzhou, don't go and die."

Ji Qingzhou looked at him quietly without saying a word, then suddenly turned around and rushed into the depths of the black fog.

However, as soon as she moved, her waist felt tight.

Looking down, she saw a dragon's tail wrapped around her, pulling her up into the sky, away from the black fog.

Deep in the black fog, the wriggling tentacles screamed again, and the demonic energy surged, wanting to chase after them.

The azure dragon eyes glanced over and opened its mouth to roar. The dragon's roar seemed to be accompanied by the roar of huge waves, colliding with the demonic energy. The two sides were evenly matched and there was a stalemate for a while.

"Shh!"

It was also at this time that Ji Qingzhou was thrown above the clouds, in front of the looming gate.

Ji Qingzhou watched helplessly as Miaomiao, transformed into a giant dragon, rushed into the black fog and fought with countless tentacles. The impact of demonic and spiritual energy almost tore the space apart, making it difficult to see the battle situation clearly.

She tightly grasped the Farewell Sword and was about to rush forward, but a familiar voice rang out beside her -

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Ji Qingzhou's body trembled slightly. She turned her head and met a pair of deep blue eyes. It was like looking into a small ocean, reflecting her bloody figure.

"Am I going to watch you die?"

Ji Qingzhou said in a hoarse voice: "Although I am a golden elixir, I cannot sense your and her specific realms, but I have a brain. That thing has the help of a god-level magic array, and it cannot be killed without a god-level transformation. If you really have the power of a god-level transformation, when you recover your memory, you can tear the magic array apart and turn the tide of the battle."

But at that time, Miaomiao was only trying to block the erosion of the black fog for Ji Qingzhou and the others, and had no intention of shaking the magic circle.

Miaomiao is on her side.

Even if Miaomiao recovered her memory, Ji Qingzhou still thought so.

If Miaomiao had the ability to destroy the magic circle, how could she watch the Soul-Devouring and Blood-Swallowing Formation pollute the dragon tomb?

Therefore, Miaomiao's strength must be below the level of God Transformation.

If that’s the case, how can he defeat Pei Jiangqu, who is blessed with a god-level magic array?

"I can't beat her, and neither can you."

Ji Qingzhou stared at the translucent Miaomiao figure in front of her. She said in a deep voice: "You said I'm stubborn, then what are you?"

Miaomiao opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

"You know."

Miaomiao didn't remain silent for long. He looked at Ji Qingzhou and said, "My purpose is not to kill her."

Ji Qingzhou's guess was correct. His current strength was indeed below the level of a spirit being transformed, and he could not defeat the monster in front of him that had the help of a god-level magic array.

"I just need to hold her back until... you destroy the magic circle."

Miaomiao looked at the fighting entities over there, her body swaying as the battle became more intense.

This was originally an illusion created by his distraction, and also his little selfish desire.

He thought he had to say something to Ji Qingzhou.

What can I say to make the person in front of me less sad?

"Daytime."

Miaomiao spoke, blocking the restless Ji Qingzhou, not letting her get close to the battlefield. "Do you still remember the story about the real dragon you told me when we first met?"

Ji Qingzhou heard this and stared at Miaomiao: "...the real dragon that was always there at the end, collecting the remains of its own kind?"

"Correct."

Miaomiao nodded and changed the subject: "But your story is only half right. The real dragon that collected the bones of its people did exist, but it was not just one, but..."

"Two."

Miaomiao looked at Ji Qingzhou. Her azure eyes seemed to be shimmering with sadness. "Qingzhou, look at me. I was unable to reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage until my death. How could a guy like me who you protected all the way be the brave real dragon you mentioned? The one you should really praise..."

"Her name is Gui Hai Po Yun (Gui, pronounced the same as Gui), and she is my adoptive mother."

Miaomiao was a child picked up by the dragon clan, and no one knew which real dragon gave birth to him.

It was a time of war, and there were too many real dragons fighting outside.

None of the dead ones who were found were connected to Miaomiao by blood.

Miaomiao has been weak since childhood and unable to survive independently.

A fellow soldier who had retired from the front line adopted him home.

Her name is Gui Hai Po Yun. She has reached the peak of her tribulation. She was seriously injured on the front line and suffered a serious illness. At least half of her body is missing. Now she can only maintain her human form and use mechanical creations to make up for the missing parts of her body.

The dragon doctor said that the remaining blood, energy and spiritual power in Gui Hai Po Yun's body were not enough to support her recovery.

Even if one risks his life to transform into a dragon, he will soon die. Only by maintaining his human form and avoiding excessive consumption of energy can he barely survive.

Since retiring from the front line and being sentenced to never being able to transform into a dragon and fight again, Gui Hai Po Yun has been drinking every day and is half dead.

Her fellow tribesmen couldn't say anything to her. Everyone understood her pain. She was living in a state of drunkenness and dreams all the time, so she wouldn't be swallowed by the pain and seek death as soon as she woke up.

直至淼淼被抱回族内。

At that time, in order to protect the demon world, the entire true dragon clan prepared for war. Even the weaker young dragons had to go to the battlefield.

In the end, the burden of adopting Miaomiao fell on the "idle dragon" Gui Hai Poyun.

Young dragons are naturally intelligent and can take care of themselves without any instruction.

Miaomiao is just weak and needs to be taken care of occasionally and have medicine made for him to strengthen his body.

At first, Gui Hai Poyun would take some time out every day to force out the alcohol from his body, regain sobriety, and regularly make medicine for Miao Miao and help him exercise.

But the time of wakefulness was torture and despair for Gui Hai Po Yun.

Whenever she faced her broken body and her seemingly lifelike but actually fake prosthetic limbs, Gui Hai Poyun wanted only to destroy it all - including herself.

Before long, Gui Hai Poyun became impatient. She occasionally forgot to make medicine for Miao Miao, and drank heavily for several days in a row, and even forgot to look at Miao Miao.

Until one day, Gui Hai Poyun drank some wine and lay down casually on the grass, intending to fall asleep with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his mat, but someone hugged his legs.

It's Miaomiao.

At that time, Miaomiao was so weak that she had to gasp for breath after getting out of bed and taking a few steps.

He lived in the house built by Guihai Poyun at the foot of the mountain.

Gui Hai Poyun was drinking at the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain. She didn't know where Miaomiao got the strength to climb here from the foot of the mountain.

Seeing Miaomiao flushed and hot, and gasping for breath, Gui Hai Poyun knew that this boy was not far from death.

Miaomiao hugged her legs and spoke unclearly, but the desire to survive in his voice was like a green sprout emerging from the scorched earth after a wildfire.

"Don't ignore me."

Miaomiao sobbed, hugged Gui Hai Poyun's cold prosthetic limb tightly, and said seriously: "If you don't take care of me, I will die."

Gui Hai Poyun narrowed her drunken red-gold eyes and stared at Miaomiao for a long time until Miaomiao fell unconscious. She suddenly got up from the ground, picked Miaomiao up in her arms, and jumped down the mountain.

From that day on, Gui Hai Poyun, who had been using strong liquor to numb himself and escape reality every moment, poured all the wine in the house into the river and refused to drink a drop.

She was awake and raising Miaomiao.

From weak to healthy.

From childhood to maturity.