The Demon King recalled her childhood, when she was still a little demon who was hundreds of years old. She loved the gadgets in the human world the most. She often walked in and out of the busy streets of the human world, wearing a lotus root pink dress and a string of silver bells.
She likes the sweet and sour taste of candied haws, she likes the softness and deliciousness of steamed buns, and she also likes those delicate pastries that melt in your mouth.
She didn't understand why her parents wanted to catch humans for food, and she was disgusted at first. She has refused, resisted, and gone on hunger strike, but monsters all over the world feed on humans, and it is natural.
Over time, she gave up and joined in. Her parents were cannibals, her brothers and sisters were cannibals, everyone she knew was like this, so what if she was like this.
So the first person, the second person...
If she hadn't compromised, she wouldn't have met him...
They met, got to know each other, embraced each other, and fell in love, and what was beating in their stomachs at this time was the crystallization of their love.
It's great that they formed a family and settled in a mountain village. In the evening, there was smoke from the cooking pots, laughter and laughter, and there were groups of children...
Why are you not here at this time... My scholar?
It's very windy outside. Can you take me home?
The demon king laughed out loud in the cage where he was imprisoned.
Her eyes were sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, and only the tears eventually turned into tears of blood, leaving traces on her beautiful pale cheeks that could not be washed away. Finally, she touched her belly, and the bleeding continued. She knew that it was over.
She laughed, wildly and desolately, until she vomited blood...
I will use all my demonic power, using my flesh and blood as a matchmaker, to avenge the unborn child in my belly. I will curse you, and you will have no peace for generations to come!
Purpose: To every child who is suffering late at night.