Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

What's wrong? The seventeen or so demons were confused and looked at him blankly, "Brother Biao, there's nothing to be afraid of Lord Chu Yu, let's fight him together."

"What do you know? Go back to the Demon Palace!"

Hua Biao walked hurriedly. The seventeen or so people looked at each other and followed him back without any prior arrangement.

In the teleportation array, Hua Biao looked solemn and didn't speak a word the whole way. After holding back for a long time, the demon played rock-paper-scissors and chose the most unlucky one to question.

Like an eighteen-year-old young wife, she lowered her head and put her hands in her pockets, moving step by step towards Hua Biao, "Brother Biao, are you okay?"

"Something happened."

"......" Seventeen repeated dully, "Something's going on? What's going on?"

"The greatest enemy who killed our princess has returned."

Shiba raised his head suddenly: "Ha!"

Seventeen and Nineteen, who were quietly eavesdropping, said: "!"

Eighteen: "So are we going back to the Demon Palace to get help?"

"Move your sister away! It's useless even if you take away the Demon Palace and the little demons in the forbidden area! The Demon Emperor and the princes are not here, and even ten thousand of us are not enough for him to beat!"

Seventeen. They only cultivated into human form in the past 20,000 years. Sixty thousand years ago, they were still unawakened monsters. They have no idea about the specific situation back then. Only the seniors who have been named in the Demon Palace have seen the legendary princess, and the other demons have only heard of her.

You know, there were not many people who survived that war. Except for Lord Chu Yu, the Immortal Emperor, Bai Zhentian and Lord Linglang, those who participated in the war from the Immortal Realm either died in the war or were later eliminated by the Demon Emperor and Queen. The princes and Senior Yan also caused turmoil in the God Realm.

"What should we do?"

"What if he comes with his troops later?"

"Just kill him. Why be afraid of him? He will try his best to become a ghost cultivator and continue to torment them after he dies."

"That's right. The eldest prince said that the strong never complain about the environment. We are the weak. Not only can we complain, we can also take revenge!"

"But, when we die, we die..."

Hua Biao did not join in their argument. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, recalling the time when he was first selected to enter the Demon Palace. At that time, he came out of the forbidden area with the eleventh place and thought he had no chance to enter the Demon Palace because the rule of the Demon Palace was to only accept the top ten people.

Originally, it was not their turn, but that day, the Demon Queen gave birth to a little princess, and the Demon Emperor was overjoyed. He and his nine brothers were arranged to serve the princes in the Demon Palace. The Demon Emperor loved the little princess so much that he directly sent himself and the two most powerful demon guards around the four princes, a total of ten demon guards, to the princess's palace to protect and take care of her.

Thanks to the princess, he came to the side of the fourth prince and was given the name Hua Biao.

Back then, he was beaten by a six-month-old princess until his jaw was dislocated. But he was not the worst. Once, the second prince was beaten by the princess's younger sister and cried. He was in pain for a month.

They were witches, and they were powerful since they were young, but unfortunately later...

Just as Hua Biao was reminiscing about his youthful days, their Demon Emperor Hua Wuya also grabbed Hua Ke's hand and reminisced about the past years.

"You were so small at the time, even smaller than Daddy's palm. Daddy didn't dare to hold you."

Hua Ke's mouth twitched as she stared at his big hand. It was an exaggeration. She had given birth to a child before, and a full-term natural birth wouldn't be that small.

Chang Wuyue seemed to know what she was thinking, and said gently: "You were born as a beast just like your third brother, a small one."

Hua Wuya nodded wildly: "You even bleated at your daddy, so adorable!"

Hua Ke: ⊙w⊙Is she a goat?

"You and Xiaosan looked most like dad when you were little, and you look more like mom when you grow up. How cute." Hua Wuya praised three people in one sentence, but the disappointment was that one of them didn't appreciate it.

Chang Wu Xiyue's handsome face didn't have a single smile, and her brows were furrowed. "Then Dad, you said growing up really happened so fast. It's less than half a year. I would rather be like mom a dozen years later."

Hua Wuya ignored him and took out a memory crystal ball from his storage ring, "Baby Huahua, let me show you what you looked like when you were a child."

"Okay."

"father--"

Hua Wuya turned around, staring at the ignorant Chang Wu Xiyue with his purple eyes, and said silently: "Your little sister just came back, don't force me to beat you up when I am the happiest."

Hua Ke held the memory crystal ball in her hand. "What should I do to see it? Should I input spiritual energy or magic energy?"

Chang Wuyue touched her hair and shook her head gently, "Xiao Wu just needs to input a little soul power."

Hua Ke did as she was told. The memory crystal ball lit up and formed a curtain of light in the air. The background was a hillside full of magic insect flowers. There was a dirty boy picking flowers nearby. He was about nine years old. When he bent over, a two-year-old boy holding a sword "cua" stabbed it between the boy's legs and shook the sword up and down.

A sentence flashed through Hua Ke's mind - "Ah, what a painful realization..."

The two brothers started fighting soon. The boy was not strong enough and did not cry even when beaten by his brother. He fought stubbornly with fierce eyes. A few dozen meters away, the years were peaceful. A four or five-year-old girl was holding a pink monster in her arms, facing the sunset, blowing the mountain breeze, and humming softly.

What a pretty, cute, and quiet little girl. Her skirt is so beautiful. It is exactly what she dreamed of when she was a child. Hua Ke pointed at the girl and said with certainty: "Is this me?"

Hua Ke had no memories of her childhood. She remembered that when she woke up, she was sitting in front of the gate of the Space-Time Administration. The lady at the front desk asked her if she was here to register and asked her to wait inside. She followed the lady into the pit without knowing what was going on...

"No, that's your third brother. When mom was pregnant with him, he was very well behaved. Unlike your eldest and second brothers who were making a fuss in mom's belly, he was very quiet and too lazy to move. Your dad thought that the daughter he had been waiting for for many years was finally here, so he bought skirts for girls aged zero to twenty."

Hua Wuya said regretfully: "It's a pity that Xiao San only wore it for five years."

Hua Ke looked at Chang Wu Xiyue with sympathy, so he was raised as a little princess, hahahaha.

Changwu Xiyue turned his face away. The past was too painful to watch. He even remembered that day when the second and fourth sons were fighting, his father came in a panic. Because the three of them stole their sister who was only a few days old from the temple to play, which scared a bunch of demons. In the end, they were beaten and locked up for three months. Don't ask why the eldest son was not there, because he was busy writing a script that day and had no time to participate.

Hua Ke continued to read, and the scene changed to a magnificent palace. A demon boy about fifteen years old with a pair of black horns on his head was holding a simple book and reciting to the little demon beast in the crib with great emotion:

"The handsome Master Hua Jin said to the frustrated monster: 'To be a monster, you either stand out or get eliminated. The future is uncertain and we are all dark horses.' The monster cried sadly, 'Master, but I am an ox or a horse!' Master Hua Jin smiled bitterly, 'What the hell, what's wrong with an ox or a horse? Don't discriminate against species. We oxen and horses should also aspire to transform ourselves into a thousand-mile horse!'..."