After the battle between immortals and demons, Qingli raised a monster in captivity.
She coaxes it, uses it, and instructs it to hunt its own kind.
At the same time, she had to hug it, kiss it, and endure its tentacles crawling up her legs that had long since lost consciousness.
At the last moment of her life, she coaxed the monster into the cage, then left without looking back, quietly waiting for death.
She could hear that the monster was imitating people to talk and cry.
Qing, Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing, it hurts.
It hurts, Aunt Qing, hug, hug.
Qing Li didn't respond.
Until she woke up from the ice coffin, she never thought that they would meet again.
However, the monster at this time is no longer what it used to be.
It still uses the name she gave it, but others call it——
Demon Lord.
Motto: Don't give up any hope
