Although this demon is powerful, if she fights back with all her might, she will have the strength to fight it. Although she cannot win, she can still end up in a situation where both sides suffer losses. Besides, this is the Five Finger Mountain, the territory of the immortal world.
But she knew that she didn't have the time and energy to deal with all this. The best solution now was for her to escape first and come back later.
With a thought, Yan Baibai retreated to the edge of the mountain top in the blink of an eye. As long as she jumped down, she would be safe.
However, after Yan Baibai saw what was in the demon's hand, she couldn't move at all.
"Are you...looking for this?" The voice was evil and cold.
In his hand, there was a ball of glowing spiritual consciousness. That was her spiritual consciousness!
"What do you want?"
If that trace of spiritual consciousness was held in the hands of someone else, all of Yan Baibai's future plans would be in vain, and she had to stop.
"Heh~ How's it going?" The evil charm in his voice was gone, leaving only coldness.
Yan Baibai frowned and looked at the demon opposite him, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
"Do you know me?"
Looking at the demon's frozen expression, Yan Baibai knew that the demon must recognize her.
"Damn human!"
Looking at the demon's darkening face, Yan Baibai knew that the demon was still her enemy!
"You want to use this divine consciousness to threaten me? It's useless. If you want to destroy it, then destroy it."
Yan Baibai folded her hands in front of her chest, raised her chin slightly, and looked indifferent.
"Hahahaha, how could I bear to destroy your consciousness?"
The demon suddenly laughed. The demons were indeed moody.
"Oh?" Yan Baibai believed this in his heart.
Just now she had deliberately felt it, and found that the spiritual consciousness was indeed well protected and had not received any damage in the past two years. It seemed that this spiritual consciousness was still effective against the demon opposite, and she was unwilling to let it lose even a little bit. Even she, as the owner, had prepared for the remaining spiritual consciousness to be almost gone.
"I plan to leave this trace of consciousness behind." The demon looked down at the consciousness in his hand, then raised his head to look at Yan Baibai, a cold light flashing in his eyes: "I will also leave you behind!"
When Yan Baibai saw the other person's cold eyes, he was suddenly terrified and let himself fall down the mountain without thinking much.
The sound of wind rustled past his ears. Yan Baibai looked at the mountain top that was getting farther and farther away from him. He did not relax in his heart, but felt that the road ahead was bleak.
Just as she was about to adjust her position and turn sideways, she felt a slight tug at her ankle. Yan Baibai frowned, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in her heart.
Sure enough, the next moment, the pulling sensation at her ankle instantly reached its maximum, like a rubber rope that was stretched to its limit, and she was the object at the end of the rope being pulled up again.
When she jumped, the demon actually used her spiritual consciousness as a thread and quietly attached itself to her ankle. As the master, she would not feel anything unusual, and he did not completely release his spiritual consciousness. He used some means to prevent the spiritual consciousness from automatically returning to her body when it touched her.
Yan Baibai didn't even have time to scream. When she came to her senses again, she was already firmly held by a pair of strong arms.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Yan Baibai tried to struggle a few times, but couldn't move at all.
She looked up and saw those scarlet eyes. Perhaps because they were close, she could see through the anger in those eyes and see the sadness and grievance contained within them.
Yan Baibai felt that this trend was somewhat familiar, and thought that he could not just surrender. Finally, he struggled to free his hands, raised his head, grabbed the two demon horns on the demon's forehead, and pushed it back hard.
However, the demon's face did tilt back slightly, his chest began to vibrate, and he hummed a laugh.
"Hahahahaha, Baibai, ah Baibai, are you asking me for... sex?"
The coldness in his voice diminished, and it became more joyful and evil.
"You haven't forgotten the function of the demon horns, have you?"
Speaking of this, a vague image flashed through Yan Baibai's mind. She was carrying a young man on a sword, wearing an ugly red mask. On the way, the young man used the magic horn on his forehead to poke her scalp. The young man's face flushed red. He suddenly pressed her under him again, took out an anklet from his hand, locked her ankle, and restricted her freedom...
"You are..." Yan Baibai said with difficulty: "Lu Wuxiu?"
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