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

When there was chaos outside, Ji Qingzhou's eyes blurred and his whole body was enveloped by golden light and pulled into the door, where he unexpectedly hit a "wall".

With a "bang", Ji Qingzhou gasped and covered his forehead to see what he had hit, but was stunned the next moment -

Layer upon layer of elegant blue yet scarred dragon scales spread out before her eyes, standing like high city walls.

Ji Qingzhou subconsciously took half a step back, but did not bump into the door.

She turned her head and saw that the gate of the Dragon Tomb had disappeared.

Behind me is an endless grassland, and a gurgling stream is like a silver ribbon, winding into the distance.

This familiar scenery made Ji Qingzhou feel as if he had returned to the grassland where he first met Miaomiao.

She turned around and looked forward again.

The object in front of her was so huge that she was almost stuck to it. At such a short distance, she couldn't see the whole picture.

Ji Qingzhou retreated again and again.

Finally, she saw—

A giant blue dragon with its body broken and most of it destroyed.

There are several giant scars surrounding the dragon's body that is thousands of meters long, with no scales covering it, leaving only flesh and blood.

It was as if he had been chopped into several pieces and then pieced together again, but the injuries were too severe to heal completely, leaving behind hideous scars, revealing his past pain.

In addition, the dragon's body is covered with wounds, and it is difficult to find a scale without any scars or damage. Most of the flesh and blood are missing, and it is full of pits, which shows how tragic it once was.

The dragon head was covered with scars, and even the horn on top of its head had been cut off by half. By human standards, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was "disfigured".

Miaomiao's voice suddenly rang in Ji Qingzhou's mind——

"She was almost dead when I brought her back to the True Dragon Secret Realm."

Good one, he’s about to die.

Ji Qingzhou raised his hands to cover his face, squatted on the ground, and his trembling breath leaked out from between his fingers.

When the chat group saw this scene, they also fell silent.

They are eyewitnesses and can empathize with Ji Qingzhou's sadness more than he does.

Many of the monks buried in the tombs of the gods today are like Miaomiao, with their bodies broken and no possibility of recovery.

There are actually only a few people like them who have all their hands and feet intact.

"Xiao Hong, time is running out."

I don’t know how long it was, but the first one to break the silence was the rebellious little black bug.

He came to the chat group interface, raised his bony fingers, vaguely traced Ji Qingzhou's curled up figure, and said softly: "Say your final goodbye to Miaomiao."

"……Um."

Ji Qingzhou's muffled voice came from between his fingers.

She raised her head, her eyes red, and walked forward to gently touch Miaomiao's remains.

"You stay here because you hope to guard the entrance to the dragon tomb and protect your people even after death?"

Ji Qingzhou murmured, and suddenly felt a warmth in his arms.

She was startled and took out a crystal clear blue dragon horn from her arms.

At the tip of the dragon's horn, a flash of blood flickered, and it was about to go out.

Ji Qingzhou was puzzled: "This is..."

"Blood relations..."

The rebellious little black bug couldn't believe it: "This dragon horn... is Miaomiao's blood relative!"

After the dragon clan picked up Miaomiao, they had been using secret techniques to search for the real dragon that gave birth to Miaomiao, but to no avail.

Either the other party is still alive, or the other party is dead, but has been blocked from existence in some way and cannot be found.

Ji Qingzhou looked at the dragon horn in his hand, his five fingers clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white.

It seems to be the latter.

Ji Qingzhou closed his eyes and said in a grim tone: "Pei Jiangqu's dragon horn was given to her by the Demon Emperor."

The owner of the dragon horn is in the Demon Palace!

Ji Qingzhou suppressed her grief and looked at Miaomiao: "I'm sorry, Miaomiao, I probably can't leave it to you."

She also wants to use this dragon horn to find the remains of a real dragon.

"One day, I will come back."

Ji Qingzhou stroked the blue scales and whispered, "By then, I will bring her back...completely."

Taking a deep breath, Ji Qingzhou put the dragon horn into the Tianqing Yulin bracelet and took out another wooden box.

It contains the real dragon horn that she found in the madman's maze.

They originally speculated that the owner of the dragon horn probably had not died, so no other remains were found in the crazy maze.

But now...

There are no real dragons in the world anymore.

Ji Qingzhou thought that leaving the dragon horn here could be considered as returning it to its original owner.

She soared into the air, passed over Miaomiao's remains, and saw a row of stone tablets on the endless grassland, like a forest of tombstones.

Ji Qingzhou saw that there was a small wooden house outside the "forest".

Judging from the traces, it seems that someone cleaned it not long ago.

Ji Qingzhou subconsciously looked at Miaomiao, but suppressed his curiosity. He took the wooden box containing the dragon horns, buried it in a corner of the forest, and then went back to the front of the wooden house.

Before entering the house, Ji Qingzhou suddenly felt an unusual smell.

That is……

"A living thing."

Ji Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat.

She keenly felt that there was something in the house that exuded a powerful vitality.

Thump, thump...

Ji Qingzhou could even vaguely hear the strong, repeated heartbeats.

Could it be——

A possibility flashed through Ji Qingzhou's mind. She couldn't believe it and pushed open the door of the wooden house.

The structure of the wooden house is very simple. The first entrance is the main room, and further inside are the two bedrooms.

Ji Qingzhou pushed open the door of one of the bedrooms and saw two simple, yet carefully polished...

Crib.

What lay on the bed was not a baby, but two azure blue eggs that were half a person's height.

"Dragon egg?!"

This time, not only Ji Qingzhou, but even the chat group monsters were shocked.

"Dragon clan..."

Ji Qingzhou held the buzzing Farewell Sword in her arms. She leaned against the door frame and slid down to the ground. She smiled, choked with sobs, and said softly, "The clan was not exterminated."

The self-proclaimed cowardly, timid and despicable "deserter" left behind a little spark for his tribe in his lonely life that lasted for tens of thousands of years.

Ji Qingzhou wiped his tears but couldn't help laughing.

She sniffed and asked hurriedly, "Miaomiao is no longer here. Can these two dragon eggs still be hatched successfully?"

"can."

The black tortoise's words made Ji Qingzhou feel relieved. "Don't worry, the dragons can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on their own in the eggs. Even though it is the Dharma Ending Age now, these two eggs can grow slowly and will eventually break out of the shell."

Ji Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

After thinking about it, Ji Qingzhou walked forward, and an idea moved her.

The next moment, mountains of top-grade spirit stones filled the entire room.

Rich spiritual energy surrounded the two dragon eggs. The dragon eggs instinctively absorbed the spiritual energy and trembled slightly, as if expressing their happiness.

Ji Qingzhou curled his lips and touched the two dragon eggs: "You must grow up healthily..."

“Dig it!!!”

At this moment, Yuhuo's voice suddenly sounded in the chat group.

Ji Qingzhou was stunned: "What did you dig up?"

Yuhuo: "Zhaofeng's coffin! Let's go! Take him out and open the coffin, and let his sister help Hong Yueguang repair the sword!"

He moved quickly, carrying the three-meter-long coffin alone and rushing out of the black fog.

The monsters also left the vicinity of the Ten Thousand Demons Drowning Pond.

Ji Qingzhou estimated the time in her mind and expected that she would be teleported out soon.

"Open the coffin, open the coffin!"

Yuhuo's voice sounded again, and they had already come out of the black fog.

Ji Qingzhou was just about to say that it would not be too late to open the coffin after she left the Tianming battlefield and prepared something that Zhao Feng liked to eat.

But Yuhuo was in high spirits. He had a good relationship with Zhaofeng. The two monsters always treated each other as brothers and hung out together.

After digging the grave for such a long time, they finally found the real owner. Yuhuo was so happy that he forgot about eating and raised his hand to lift the coffin lid.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, a hand with pale skin and calloused skin suddenly stretched out from the dark coffin and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

At the same time, in the Dragon Tomb.

Ji Qingzhou suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart and flashed out of the house.

She looked up at the sky, which was blue and cloudless.

Nothing at all.

but……

Ji Qingzhou raised her hand to her chest, the uncontrollable feeling of panic almost swallowed her up!