"Alright, we'll see about that when you become a demon, I definitely won't go easy on you," I said. I couldn't see anything, couldn't perceive anything; the only lucid consciousness I had was talking to Dumpling.
In my heart, there was only hatred for Qingyang and sorrow for Dumpling.
The seed of Demonic Qi that Qingyang planted in him was too terrifying. He intended for Dumpling to become a demon, to have us, as parents, face our child turning into a demon, with no way to bring him back.
In the end, we could only kill him by our own hands. Thankfully, Yu Longting had already gone to find an elixir.
I fell into a deep sleep, but the next day, I woke up in front of the kitchen's cold storage.
The ten-plus pounds of frozen chicken wings stored in the cold storage, all of them were gone, not even one remained.
I touched the splinters of bone at the corner of my mouth, then felt for the now quiet Little Dumpling in my belly, full and sated albeit brimming with Demonic Qi.
