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

On the day Miaomiao came of age, three more real dragons in the tribe were brought back from the front line and buried by their fellow tribesmen.

Gui Hai Poyun took Miaomiao, who was already as tall as her shoulders, to the dragon tomb not far from her home, placed flowers still covered with morning dew on the tomb, and sat there for most of the day.

Miaomiao was worried about Gui Hai Po Yun's health and was about to persuade her to go back, when she suddenly heard Gui Hai Po Yun speak -

"His name is Gui Hai Po Feng, and he is my cousin."

Gui Hai Po Yun pointed to the tombstone in the middle and said, "On the day I was seriously injured, he carried me back from the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and knelt on the ground begging the doctor to save me no matter what."

"I woke up and saw my mutilated body. I wanted to die. He knelt down again, crying with snot and tears all over his face, begging me not to die."

When Gui Hai Po Yun said this, he laughed inexplicably: "Does it sound like you? Whenever something happens, you cry non-stop."

Miaomiao has been weak since childhood and would cry when she felt uncomfortable.

Once you get used to crying, you can’t get rid of this habit.

If she encounters something unhappy, even if she wants to endure it, Miaomiao can't help it, and tears fall like crazy.

His friends who were close to his age gave him an appropriate nickname:

Crying dragon.

When Miaomiao was reminded of this by Gui Hai Poyun, her face turned red and she wanted to refute.

But when he saw Gui Hai's empty eyes, his voice got stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

"In fact, that was the first time I saw him cry and the first time I saw him kneel down."

After an unknown amount of time, Gui Hai Po Yun seemed to wake up from a long memory. She slowly said, "My cousin has been strong since he was young. He always says he is a man. He doesn't care about his appearance every day, and his beard is untidy. The tendons on his arms can crush a dragon to death when they shake."

It was such a rough guy who pushed open the door and saw Gui Hai Poyun dragging his broken body. He raised his hand to smash the newly attached prosthesis, grabbed the sharp fragments and was about to cut his neck.

He wailed, rolled and crawled to the bedside, grabbed Gui Hai Poyun's hand, and cried and begged her not to die and to live well.

Gui Hai Poyun was shocked by the sight of him begging her, kneeling beside the bed, and almost kowtowing to her.

At that time, she deeply understood how terrible death was.

Unexpectedly, her cousin, who was fearless and always shouted that he was willing to sacrifice his life for the demon world, cried bitterly and only begged her to live.

In the end, Gui Hai Po Yun no longer sought death, but just drank heavily.

Gui Hai Po Feng never blamed her. Instead, whenever he returned from the front line, he would always find good wine for her on the way and let her drink to her heart's content.

"Her name is Baili Lingcang. When I was fighting on the front line, she was in logistics. She always called me aunt when she saw me."

Gui Hai Po Yun pointed to the tombstone on the left and said, "I watched her grow up. I remember her mother doted on her since she was a child. When she grew up, she was already in the Mahayana stage, but she still went to her mother to cry when she had a scratch on her body."

"I saw the eldest daughter rushing into her mother's arms like a dragon, and I despised her for being shameless. Her mother scolded me for being nosy, saying that Ling Cang didn't eat a single bite of my food, and I had the power to interfere in her family."

When this matter was mentioned, Gui Hai Poyun rolled his eyes.

But in a blink of an eye, she was silent again.

"Her mother, Baili Zhen, died ten years ago."

Gui Hai Po Yun said indifferently, "Ling Cang was transferred from the logistics to the vanguard unit the following year. I heard from my cousin that this girl fights the demon cultivators like she's risking her life. She kills the most demon cultivators every time and suffers the most serious injuries."

"It's okay now. She won't get hurt anymore."

As Gui Hai Po Yun spoke, he reached out and arranged the bouquet of flowers in front of Bai Li Lingcang's tombstone to make the flowers look more beautiful.

After a moment of silence, Gui Hai Po Yun chuckled, his eyes slightly red: "This way, her mother won't feel sorry for her baby down there."

When Miaomiao heard this, her nose felt sore and she turned her face away.

Gui Hai Po Yun pointed to another new grave and said, "This guy once snatched my roasted pig's trotter when he was a child. Every time he eats, he grunts like a pig. It's so noisy..."

Every time she pointed to a stone tablet, she could tell a story from the past.

Miaomiao stood behind Gui Hai Poyun, and looked at the endless tombstones. In a trance, she seemed to see real dragons, broken and covered in blood, lying there, silently.

The sun sets and rises again.

Miaomiao also didn't remember that he and Gui Hai Poyun spent several days and nights in the dragon tomb.

Until another new sun rose, Guihai Poyun stood up and plucked a dried flower from in front of Guihai Pofeng's grave.

"I'm going to the front."

Gui Hai Po Yun's voice was calm.

She did not discuss the plan with Miaomiao, but just told Miaomiao something that had already been decided.

Miaomiao couldn't stop Gui Hai from breaking through the clouds, and was worried about her health, so she volunteered: "I'll go with you!"

Gui Hai Po Yun laughed when he heard this: "You little thing who is still a long way from becoming a great master, do you want to go to the front line and die?"

Miaomiao was born weak and had a weak will, so his cultivation progress was much slower than that of an ordinary true dragon.

Now that he is an adult, he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Even humans with better talents can become stronger than him if they endure some hardships.

Miaomiao saw that Guihai Poyun was about to leave her behind, and she couldn't help but get anxious: "If you leave, I will be the only one left in the clan. I have never lived alone, and I can't imagine that kind of life. Mom, just take me with you."

In the end, Gui Hai Po Yun still took Miao Miao with him.

It’s not that she was willing, but Miaomiao’s boss Yilong held her legs tightly, making it impossible for her to leave, so she had to take Miaomiao with her.

"I overestimated myself at that time and underestimated the front line."

When talking about the past, Miaomiao's eyes looked a little dazed.

At this point, he looked at Ji Qingzhou, and remembered that when he was in Jiuxiao City, those monsters and humans said that Ji Qingzhou brought back the corpses of tens of thousands of predecessors from the front line. There was a bit more admiration in his gentle eyes.

"The bloodiness and cruelty on the front line are unimaginable for a guy like me who was carefully cared for by my adoptive mother and had never experienced any wind and rain."

Gui Hai Poyun went to the front line, but due to poor health, he was unable to exert most of his strength and could only stay in the logistics department to do work.

If a real dragon dies, its fellow tribesmen will collect its body and hand the remains over to Gui Hai Po Yun and Miao Miao. They will prepare the remains and bring them back to the tribe for burial.

"It was the first time I saw the broken remains of my own people. I vomited on the spot. My mother was furious and kicked me out, telling me to go back to the True Dragon Secret Realm and stop embarrassing myself on the front line."

At that time, Miaomiao felt very aggrieved. He had just never seen such bloodiness before and couldn't help feeling uncomfortable for a moment. Why did Gui Hai Poyun lose his temper and not sympathize with him at all?

It was not until he helped Gui Hai Po Yun to tidy up the remains of one of his fellow tribesmen after another and brought them home that Miao Miao gradually understood Gui Hai Po Yun's anger that day.

Indeed, he deserves to be beaten.

The broken corpses of these fellow tribesmen are a symbol of the pain they experienced in the fierce battles against the demons, and are also their medals.

No matter how uncomfortable and miserable I am, it is not even one ten-thousandth of the pain they feel.

"Later, as the fighting on the front lines became more brutal, my fellow tribesmen in the logistics field joined the vanguard one by one and participated in the battle. My mother's duties also changed from cleaning up the remains of my fellow tribesmen to going deep into the front lines to look for the bodies of my fellow tribesmen left behind."

Miaomiao paused for a moment before speaking: "And I will stay behind and wait for her to come back."

"At that time, I kept comforting myself that I was too weak to go deep into the front line with my mother."

"But I know in my heart that I am just afraid. Every day when I close my eyes, I can see the broken corpses of my fellow tribesmen who have been tortured and in pain. I am afraid of becoming like that."

"So, I never follow my mother's footsteps into the battlefield."

"Qing Zhou, I am not the real dragon you mentioned who ended up collecting corpses for his own people and becoming an unknown hero."

"It's quite the opposite."

"I am a weak soldier, I am a timid coward."

"I hid behind all my people and only did trivial things..."

"Live a miserable life."