My Demon Queen

My name is Mo Qingcheng, and this is my story.

I... seem to have forgotten someone... a... very important person!

The whole story begins with my time in the demon clan!

That year, the heaven and earth shook, blood flowed like a river, and rotting corpses piled up.

I watched with my own eyes as my parents abandoned my sister and me to this sea of ​​blood and corpses.

In their eyes, I did not see any reluctance or love, only deep disgust and hatred.

I don’t understand what my sister and I did wrong to abandon our young children to this world that is like purgatory.

As they turned and flew away, I heard a disgusted voice coming from my father.

"Damn it, I'm so unlucky, two identical monsters, one of them has red eyes, ugh, this is really unlucky..."

Yes, my sister and I have been exactly the same since we were born. It happened that the human race was attacking the demon race, and my father and mother gave birth to my sister and me and went to the battlefield.

A few years passed, my sister and I grew up, and were regarded as evildoers by the sect and locked up.

Seeing those people looking at my sister and me with vicious eyes, and taking their anger out on us from time to time, abusing us like spirit animals and demon beasts.

In order to protect my sister, I could only stand in front of her and endure their malice.

I thought my sister and I would have a better life after our parents came back, but...

The moment we met our parents, my sister and I almost died at the hands of our biological parents.

My father's sword pierced through my sister and me. I felt the blood flowing out of my body and my whole body turned cold.

Although I stood in front of my sister, preventing my father's sword from penetrating further.

My sister seemed to be in a better condition than me, but she seemed to be unable to bear it any longer.

Just like that, we were thrown onto the demon clan’s mountain of corpses like garbage.

“Sister…are we…ahem…monsters…?”

My sister's weak voice came from my arms. Looking at her pale face, I knew I had to do something. I couldn't let my sister die like this. She was still young, and those who tortured us were still alive...

"Sister, we are not...we are not..."

I tried my best to comfort my sister, and at the same time, I tore off the clothes from a corpse nearby and used them to wrap my sister's and my wounds.

I could hardly hold on any longer. This sword was too cruel and ruthless, leaving no chance for me and my sister to survive.

My eyelids started to feel heavy, and my strength was disappearing little by little. I could hardly hold my sister anymore.

What should I do? What should I do? Someone can save us, even if it's just... saving my sister...

But there was no hope. All around were ruins, mountains of corpses, and rivers of blood flowing below.

There is no living person here except my sister and me.

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, my vision started to blur, and even my sister slipped from my hands and fell onto a corpse.

"Sister...sister...sorry, no."

I didn't have any strength left. A trace of warmth in my eyes passed across my face, and I fell backwards.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was dark. There was no pile of corpses, no bad smell, and no sister.

I shouted desperately, but no sound came out. I was scared at that moment.

I was not afraid of the torture those people inflicted on me, I was not afraid of the sword my father stabbed me with, and I was not afraid of the endless mountain of corpses.

But now... I'm scared. I didn't protect my sister. I don't know how she is doing.

There is nothing here, no sound, no smell, everything... nothing, only me...

I squatted here helplessly. I wanted to cry, but my tears came out. I was like a dead object, staying here quietly.

I don't know how long it was before I felt my arm being pinched and I thought I was hallucinating.

Then, once, twice, and then my whole body was shaking.

After a dizzy spell, I opened my eyes again. This time I still didn't smell the smell of blood, nor did I see the pile of corpses, but this time, I saw my sister.

“Sister, sister, please wake up soon… I won’t cry anymore… I’ll be obedient… I won’t scream in pain anymore… Wuuuu… Sister… please wake up…”

My sister grabbed my arm and shook me violently. She still looked the same as when she came here, with messy hair and more wounds on her body. The clothes I used to wrap around her belly were also very dirty.

The blood is still flowing bit by bit.

Seeing her appearance, my heart ached. In that dark cage, I told my sister more than once not to cry, because only in this way would they not torture her.

But now, listening to my sister say this, my heart aches...

"Sister...don't...don't cry...sister...sister...is here..."

My voice was like the sound of a cracking stick, hoarse and worn.

As for why I described it this way, it was probably because the only tearing sound I could hear at the time was when I was hit by a wooden stick.

Seeing that I woke up, my sister stopped crying and held me tightly, refusing to let go.

I wanted to hug her, but I had no strength left. I had no strength at all.

This is a tree hole. I looked around and probably guessed that this was the place where my sister brought me here.

As for why I didn't die, my sister told me that she woke up when she fell, and when she wanted to climb up to find me, she accidentally broke one of her arms.

There was a pill in the palm of that arm. My sister picked it up and smelled it. She felt strong again and wanted to come find me.

When she found that I had closed my eyes and my breathing became weak, she took great effort to stuff the pill into my mouth.

It seems that I am not destined to die, but my sister's condition is not optimistic either.

When I regained some strength, I asked my sister to wait for me in the tree hole.

I stumbled onto the pile of corpses. If anyone still had such a pill, my sister and I could still be saved.

With this mentality, I searched among countless corpses for several days. My sister and I were lucky...

But... unfortunately, after a few days, they only found one pill, and the rest were some broken weapons. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

Perhaps because we were still young, the elixir was of great help to us, and within a few days, my sister and I were no longer on the verge of death as before.

But in order to survive, I took those broken weapons and snatched food from the monsters' mouths again and again.

I have also encountered demons. Demons have no emotions, but they will still attack humans when they see them.

Fortunately, they are all ordinary demons without any spiritual power, but they have strong bodies and I can't defeat them.

Quickly, in order to protect my sister from being beaten to death by the demons, I desperately blocked a heavy punch from a demon.

At that moment I felt like my internal organs were about to break, but I had my sister behind me.

She came here to protect me, and I can't let her die. But considering the huge difference in size, death... maybe it's just a moment.

Just as I closed my eyes and waited for death to come, an old voice sounded beside me.

"Why are you here..."