A Lan finished speaking and closed her eyes, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
Watching A Lan die, Mo Qi struggled to stand up.
"King, there is no one left in the Demon Race suitable for Lord Demon Fiend to use as Demon Blood."
Behind him, a demon whispered.
Mo Qi raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Human Race territory.
In his eyes, a resolute light erupted.
"I'll go find it!"
...
A Lan had left, and the little girl wandered aimlessly in the valley for three days.
During those three days, she walked to the edge of the graveyard more than once.
But she didn't dare to go in.
She knew that A Lan, A Hua, and others who once treated her like a real sister all lay inside, eternally silent.
"Demon Race revival… I want the Demon Race to revive…"
She wiped her tears, not understanding what these four words truly meant, but she knew it was what A Hua and A Lan had used their lives to ask her to achieve.
That night, Mo Qi returned.
