'How does she know my identity?' Tu Xiao'an was a little surprised, but it didn't matter. He asked, "Senior, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, you've come to this square teeming with Demons. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Me? I'm not here on any particular business, it's just..." A playful smile touched Evil Qiqi's lips, her delicate nose wrinkling slightly as she replied, "I just wanted to meet you, my dear junior, the Great Demon King."
Abruptly, Evil Qiqi's alluring lips moved as if she were spitting something out.
Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air erupted, accompanied by a ripple in space.
A cold light glinted in Tu Xiao'an's demonic eyes. Without moving from his spot, his fair hand shot out and snatched something from the air. A Silver Needle appeared in his grasp, still slightly damp.
