Once you become a female supporting role, you will be killed by the devil

Chapter 81 Monster Clan

She had never thought that Yao Yaoyao was not a human, and her expression immediately became serious.

"You don't need to be so defensive. If I wanted to do anything to you, I would have done it long ago."

Yao Yaoyao saw the change in Fang Congyi's expression and knew that most humans would think that those who were not of the same race must have different hearts and should be killed.

So she understood Fang Congyi, after all, she was an alien to the human race.

But she also wanted Fang Congyi to know that she had no ill intentions.

So, she continued to explain: “I just simply enjoy chatting with you, there is no other purpose.

Even though my cultivation is higher than yours, it doesn't mean I will hurt you."

Fang Cong felt a little relieved after hearing what Yao Yaoyao said.

She looked at Yao Yaoyao's sincere eyes and felt that she must be telling the truth. Perhaps she really shouldn't be so wary of her.

Besides, with Yao Yaoyao's cultivation, he couldn't defend himself even if he wanted to.

"Okay, then can you tell me what race you are?"

Fang Congyi asked curiously.

Yao Yaoyao smiled slightly and replied

"Actually, it's okay to tell you, I'm from the Meizu clan. However, we Meizu aren't as scary as you think."

Fang Congyi's eyes widened in surprise, "The Demon Clan? I see... Then what's so special about your Mei Clan?"

Yao Yaoyao raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, and began to tell the story of Meizu.

As the conversation deepened, Fang Congyi understood more and more about the demon race, and his guard gradually disappeared.

She realized that the Meizu were not as scary as the legend said, and they had their own culture and values.

Not all Meizu are as charming as the rumors say.

Yao Yaoyao also felt Fang Congyi's trust in her gradually increasing, and her mood became happier.

"Then why are you here alone?"

Fang Congyi listened quietly to Yao Yaoyao's story, and suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.

At this time, Yao Yaoyao's face became gloomy, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness, as if she was immersed in memories of the past.

Her hands clenched unconsciously, revealing her inner tension and anxiety, but she quickly relaxed.

“Actually, I…”

Yao Yaoyao hesitated to speak, the sadness in her eyes becoming more intense.

She sighed deeply, as if she had a thousand words in her heart but didn't know how to start.

“I’m just asking.”

Fang Congyi noticed Yao Yaoyao's hesitation and knew that she might have some difficulties that were difficult to tell.

She understood Yaoyao's thoughts. Perhaps it was a painful memory or a heartbreaking past. As a stranger, she had no right to force others to share secrets they were unwilling to mention.

"call--"

Yao Yaoyao suddenly let out a long sigh, as if wanting to let out all the frustration and unhappiness in her heart. This sigh echoed in the silent night sky, seeming particularly heavy, as if carrying her unspeakable pain and helplessness.

She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and frowned, as if she was thinking about something. However, not long after, she stood up again, picked up the teacup, and drank the tea in it.

After finishing her tea, Yao Yaoyao raised her head and gazed at the bright moon in the night sky. The moonlight was soft and cool, illuminating her pale face. Her eyes were empty and confused, as if she was lost in endless thoughts.

Just as Fang Congyi was about to turn around and leave, Yao Yaoyao unexpectedly spoke: "Actually... there's nothing that can't be said." Her voice was as soft as the breeze blowing across the water, but there was a hint of firmness in it.

"Actually, I'm a young lady from a large demon family." Yao Yaoyao's voice was soft, so soft it seemed as if it would vanish in the air with a gust of wind. She spoke slowly, as if every word required careful consideration before she could utter it.

However, she did not stop and continued, "I am the sixth child in a large family. My brothers and sisters all call me Xiaoliu." Her tone was flat, as if she was telling someone else's story.

A trace of tenderness slowly flowed in Yao Yaoyao's eyes, as if she was reminiscing about the beautiful past. She said softly, "Unfortunately, my family fell into trouble later, and the Fuju clan took refuge with the demon clan and became dependent on them. Although they were dependent on them, they were also very kind to us, but..."

Yao Yaoyao paused for a moment, with a look of sadness and regret in her eyes.

"It's just that I didn't expect that something bad would happen to this huge family later on."

Yao Yaoyao slowly said

"The Water-Eyed Beast Tribe is adept at swimming. Thousands of years ago, our tribe lived in the South China Sea, pledging allegiance to the Dragon King of the South China Sea at the time.

At that time, dragons still existed in the world, but their numbers were very small, and the Dragon King was already an old one."

Fang Congyi was sure that this sentence was meant for himself.

But Yao Yaoyao didn't seem to intend to stop and wait for her response, but couldn't wait to continue sharing the history of her tribe.

The Water-Eyed Beast Clan treats us incredibly well! Ever since we took refuge with them, they haven't shown any disdain for us. Whenever they encounter something good, they always think of us first.

You know, the leader of the Water-Eyed Beast Clan was once a renowned figure with outstanding military achievements! He was once one of the most capable generals under the Dragon King of the South China Sea, galloping across the battlefield, slaying countless enemies and making great contributions.

Yao Yaoyao's voice trembled slightly, as if she were lost in the distant past. From her voice, one could sense an indescribable sense of pride, a feeling that seemed to be an infinite nostalgia for the glorious past; but at the same time, it was also vaguely laced with a deep sense of emotion that made one feel pity.

However, at this moment, Yao Yaoyao's eyes suddenly dimmed, their once bright and lively pupils now shrouded in a thick haze. Her eyes were slightly red, appearing filled with sadness and pain, but strangely, despite this, not a single tear shed from her eyes.

"Alas... I remember back then, that year, when the old Dragon King tragically fell seriously ill and lay dying, tensions flared across the South China Sea, and a fierce struggle for power was imminent. The more powerful factions began actively preparing their armies, hoping to emerge victorious and seize the throne of Dragon King. Weaker factions like ours, however, faced a far more difficult situation. The various tribes engaged in brutal battles over limited food resources and precious territory. The pitiful little demons, powerless to resist, became the greatest victims of this chaotic situation, forced to flee from their homes and live a precarious and miserable life."