"certainly."
She replied with a smile.
She glanced at the collar that was grabbed by the other party, and saw that the sharp black nails were about to cut through the clothes. She reached out with a smile, and gently pulled back the collar amid the friction of the chain.
"Don't blame me, I'm afraid of the cold."
Jiu Ming naturally didn't care about this and loosened the restraint, but the eyes in the mask narrowed dangerously:
"You are lying to me..."
"You're joking, how could I have the guts to do that?"
"Then why can't I sense the demonic energy fluctuations from you?"
"The host is a human, how can he sense the aura of the demon race?"
She gave an impeccable smile, her eyes full of innocence.
Jiu Ming suddenly choked: ...
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was something wrong with this witch.
"However, if the OP really wants to test it, I have a way..."
She curled her lips slightly, and the corners of her rosy eyes were slightly raised. Such a charming and seductive appearance made it impossible to believe that she was not a demon.
But the strange thing is that Jiu Ming did not sense any demonic aura. If it was really a Xuan-level demon, how could it have the ability to completely hide the demonic aura?
He is a powerful warrior at the eighth level of the Earth Rank. As a member of the demon clan, he is naturally more sensitive to demonic energy.
If even he couldn't detect the demonic aura, then either she wasn't a demon at all;
Or, it could be a Heavenly Rank demon clan whose cultivation is far higher than his.
But why would a strong man of the Heavenly Rank be so humble and humble to him and hide his identity?
Interesting, this is really interesting...
He slowly opened his lips, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes beneath the mask:
"Tell me about it."
"That's simple."
She raised her eyes and looked directly at him, her bright black eyes full of composure. With a hint of smile, she said to him openly, "As long as the host can untie these restraints for me, I can perform a Xuan-level trick, and then I can prove my authenticity, right?"
She has bright eyes and a sweet smile.
However, this purpose is too straightforward and brainless.
Jiu Ming sneered, seeing through her intentions, and looked at her with disdain.
"When you die, I will naturally fulfill your wish."
Ugh, what a violent temper...
Shen Wuyou raised an eyebrow helplessly, his tone was light, and he lowered his eyes with some sadness. His two delicate little hands seemed to have no bones. He slowly put them on the collar, paused on the white knot, and slowly untied the cloak.
Tone of voice:
"If you have any doubts, you can only try it yourself and taste the flavor of my Xuan-level furnace..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red cloak, a symbol of desire and excitement, fell quietly to the ground, stained the cold, hard ground red.
At the same time, a faint and strange fragrance spread out, filling the loneliness, penetrating the mask, and lingering at the tip of his nose.
The latter seemed to be accustomed to the smell. She just laughed a few times, stood up and sat up straight. He gently lifted her chin with a folding fan and forced her to bend down and get closer to him.
"Want to follow me?"
"Is this what the OP thinks?" She blinked, a little mischievously.
"Playing hard to get?" He chuckled, then suddenly struck out with the folding fan in his hand without any warning, directly knocking her away.
"Oh, how rude..."
The red figure suddenly flashed backwards, as if it had predicted his movements and dodged the attack perfectly. It spun in the air and landed steadily on the ground without even a hair out of place.
Well, full marks.
Then, with a few crisp sounds, the chains that bound her hands and feet fell off with a "clatter" and dropped to the ground.
Seeing this, Jiu Ming's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed, and his gaze suddenly became sharp:
"Who are you?"
"As I said, it's just a small Xuan-level flower demon."
She curled her lips into a smile, but there was no trace of humility or fear in that smile. Her back was straight, and at first glance, she looked quite proud and awe-inspiring.
"You are really looking for death." His voice was slightly cold, revealing a hint of cruelty.
Then he glanced at the assassins in the hall and ordered:
"Why don't you do it?"
Under normal circumstances, these people would have been willing to sacrifice their lives for him, but unfortunately, this time, they had no reaction.
Seeing that none of them made any move, Jiu Ming's face darkened and he spoke angrily:
"What? Are they all dead?!"
However, they remained motionless, as if they had not heard anything.
Suddenly, a burst of energy burst out from his body, and as a result, the group of tall killers suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang", their eyes closed, but their breathing was regular and steady like when they were sleeping.
Just as Jiu Ming was stunned, the fierce black figures fell down one after another and fell asleep on the spot.
In a short moment, he and Shen Wuyou were the only two left standing opposite each other in the hall.
"What did you do to them?"
"Just fainted."
She spoke calmly and explained thoughtfully, "After all, it's not convenient for them to know about our subsequent conversation."
"You're right, right? OP, nine lives."
Hearing this, the crimson figure finally left the couch, slowly stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and said in a deep voice:
"I really underestimated you. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
"A deal."
"Why?"
"Just because of that, you can't beat me."
"Oh, what a big tone."
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