Yan Baibai: ???
"Oh, right, host." The system seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Demon women are not like human women who have their periods every month. High-quality demon women only have their periods once a year."
"Superior demon clan?" Yan Baibai was puzzled for a moment, then remembered some information Wu Pin had told her.
Demons are categorized into upper, middle, and lower classes, and different classes have different physiques, cultivation talents, and even reproductive conditions. Upper-class demons make up less than 20% of the entire demon world, while middle-class demons make up 50%, and the remaining 50% are lower-class demons.
Among them, the lower-class demons are similar to the mortals in the world of immortal cultivation. They are numerous and can reproduce, but their lifespan is not long and very few of them can practice cultivation.
Generally speaking, the number of demons is not as large as that of humans, and most of the low-level demons are ferocious and like fighting and killing. Not to mention the grudges between the demons and other worlds, even within the demon clan, many have died at the hands of their own kind.
"System, the person who saved you couldn't be..." The system swallowed its non-existent saliva and continued in a trembling voice: "Could it be that he was attracted by the host's beauty and wanted to have a child with the host?"
"It should be... no way?" Yan Baibai herself was a little uncertain. After all, she had lost her memory after waking up and was smelling this kind of incense. The system analysis did make some sense.
"Host, how about we escape!" the system suggested nervously.
After hearing this, Yan Baibai forced herself to sit up. She felt dizzy at first, but after getting used to it for a while, she slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She stretched her stiff body and then tiptoed to the door of the room.
Because she couldn't use any spiritual power, Yan Baibai couldn't release her spiritual sense to investigate the situation outside the door. She gently placed her hand on the door handle and pulled it gently. Just as she was praying that the sound of the door opening would not be too loud, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
The footsteps were coming towards her!
Yan Baibai's hand froze, he withdrew his hand and quickly took a step back. Just as he was hoping that the person outside was just passing by, he heard the sound of iron chains colliding outside the door, and then the door was suddenly pushed open.
Yan Baibai's eyes widened, and her breathing and heartbeat seemed to have stopped. However, the person standing outside the door was not a monster, but a petite girl in pink clothes. The girl had two buns on her head and was holding a bowl of steaming vegetable porridge in her hands. She was looking at her in surprise.
This is a maid. This was Yan Baibai’s first judgment when he saw the girl at the door.
"Miss!" Sure enough, the girl called out the next moment.
What puzzled Yan Baibai was that after the maid at the door was shocked, a look of fear flashed across her eyes. After screaming, she immediately lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her anymore.
Yan Baibai didn't say anything, but observed the girl opposite with an expressionless face. Soon, the girl's originally stiff body began to tremble slightly.
Although he could no longer use his spiritual power, Yan Baibai could still tell whether the other party was really afraid or just pretending to be afraid at such a close distance.
The other person was not acting, her fear was a conditioned reflex, and this acquired reflex was because of her.
Why is this? Isn’t this the first time they meet?
Just when Yan Baibai was still confused, the system reminded him at the right time: "Host, after scanning, the girl in front of you is a low-level demon."
Yan Baibai paused, suddenly realizing something was wrong, and asked the system: "My eyes now..."
"Host, don't worry. After I woke up, I used the same red-eyed item as the demons on you. Even Mo Li wouldn't be able to tell it off." The system replied proudly.
"Well done!" No wonder the little maid opposite didn't pay attention to her eye color when she saw her.
"Cough, you..." Yan Baibai pretended to cough, but before she could say anything, the maid opposite her who had been trembling fell to her knees with a thud.
"Miss, please spare me, Miss, please spare me!" Even after kneeling down, the maid did not spill the porridge on the plate. She held the plate high and kowtowed repeatedly in an awkward posture, her movements very skillful.
If Yan Baibai hasn't realized yet that this maid mistook her for someone else, she would be a real fool.
But is all this a misunderstanding... or a conspiracy?
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