After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

The demon god reached out and gently touched her head, shaking his head slightly.

Chu Chaozhao crawled closer to Tushan Rongqing. The tall man would never smile at her arrogantly again.

"Ah Rong!"

Wangsheng stood behind her, staring with red eyes at the little girl who was crying uncontrollably and in pieces.

The blood in Chu Chaozhao's body ran cold, and all his past experiences with Tushan Rongqing gradually became clear to him like fleeting glimpses.

She thought she was strong enough, she thought she could protect the people around her, but she was still no match for the immortal puppet that could come back from the dead, she couldn't save him!

She would rather die!

"Ah Rong!"

Chu Chaozhao sobbed and called his name again and again. Her hands were shaking. She wanted to hug him, but was afraid of hurting him, so she didn't dare touch him at all.

The thunder was deafening, and all her cries were drowned out by the blood.

Chu Chaozhao staggered and fell down.

Poured into an arms filled with bitter medicine, and fell into darkness.

The bitter smell of medicine rushed into Chu Chaozhao's nostrils. He struggled and opened his eyes. What he saw was a ceiling made of sea pearl gauze and a bed inlaid with various gems.

The person sitting on one side finally smiled happily: "Your Highness, you are awake!"

Chu Chaozhao felt weak all over and couldn't even lift his arms. The scenes of Qingqiu suddenly rushed to his mind like a dream.

"Ah Rong?"

Wangsheng stretched out his hand to support her and paused for a moment before helping her up: "Little Princess, take the medicine."

He picked up the medicine bowl, held the spoon to his lips and blew gently, then skillfully fed it to her mouth.

Chu Chaozhao grabbed his wrist and looked at him paranoidly.

How could she be in the Demon Palace? Where is Arong? Where is Qingqiu?

Wangsheng sighed silently, stirred the medicine in his hand, and pondered for a while. He thought he was telling her in the most tactful words, but as soon as he spoke, every word he said was extremely cruel no matter how he said it.

"Your Highness, His Majesty Qingqiu is dead. The demon god arrived that day and killed all the members of the Qingqiu royal family."

"His Majesty Qingqiu is dead, what does it have to do with Arong?" Chu Chaozhao's eyes gleamed and he grabbed the other's wrist tightly.

Wangsheng could only say: "The Qingqiu royal family was exterminated by the demon god, and he appointed Tushan Rongqing as the eternal king of Qingqiu. From then on, Qingqiu generations worshipped Tushan Rongqing as the king."

The light was extinguished.

Chu Chaozhao's hand, which was tightly gripping his wrist, dropped weakly, and she sat dejectedly on the bed.

Arong, the revenge has been achieved, did you see it?

Wangsheng looked at her with heartache. The devil had rushed over, but when he saw that the little prince was seriously injured by the puppet, he was furious and wanted to raze Qingqiu to the ground. It was Emperor Qingye who stopped him, saying that the little prince did not want to be in Tushan Rongqing's hometown.

Chu Chaozhao struggled to get out of bed: "I want to go see Arong."

“My little princess.” Wangsheng caught her as she was about to fall. “It’s very chaotic outside right now. The demon god has ordered that you are not allowed to go out.”

That feeling of fear finally rushed into her heart. From the moment she woke up and saw the passing away, the fear that she had tried hard to ignore and suppress was like the sea, swallowing her up.

"What happened? Tell me, uncle! Why are you the only one here?"

Wangsheng lowered his head and said nothing more.

"If you don't tell me, I'll go and see it myself!" Chu Chaozhao almost fell to the ground again.

"The young prince was injured by Kui that day and has been in a deep sleep..." Wangsheng continued, "Ten years."

Ten years is not a long time for the demons or even for the immortal cultivators. However, Chu Chaozhao knows that in this unclear situation with alien races invading, ten years is enough time for everything to change drastically.

"What else?" Chu Chaozhao sat on the ground, "Uncle, tell me, tell me everything. If you don't tell me, I will know it sooner or later."

Wangsheng raised the medicine spoon and fed it to her mouth: "Little Princess, have you been to Beihai?"

Chu Chaozhao said nothing and remained silent.

Wangsheng continued, "The Fuguang Chongming in the depths of the North Sea is your hometown. After the destruction of the dragon race, the demon god tried his best to protect the North Sea. Let's go to Fuguang Chongming. Your highness' last wish was to spend the rest of his life on the island of Fuguang Chongming."

The face that should have been smiling brightly was now completely bloodless. Chu Chaozhao was alive, but his blood was cold to the bone.

"Where's the third brother?"

The Qingqiu royal family was destroyed, what about the Tenth Generation Golden Elixir?

Wang Sheng's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, and he quickly calmed down, but Chu Chaozhao still caught it.

"Where is the young palace master from that day?"

Looking at Wangsheng with his head down in silence, Chu Chaozhao felt a pang of pain in her heart. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily.

"I'll ask the others."

She stood up shakily and walked out desperately.

A voice as deep and calm as a deep pool came from behind me.

"The Tenth Generation Golden Pill was not found, puppets invaded the demon clan, and the Third Prince's power was out of control..."

Chu Chaozhao paused, waiting for his next words, but only she knew that she had already drowned at this moment and how terribly cold it was around her.

The bad news from that low and desperate voice came down like a bolt from the blue, just like the loud thunder that day when Arong fell in front of her covered in blood.