“Just tell me directly,” Wan Sha deliberately blocked Mandala Hua, afraid Mu Anxiao would do something excessive, “Why did you touch it?”
“Only this way… I can…”
Mid-sentence, Mu Anxiao suddenly thought of a problem. If Mandala Hua was Wan Sha’s current body, then… when she transformed into human form, this flower shouldn’t exist either?
Why, every time Wan Sha appeared, the flower was still there? Mu Anxiao was puzzled.
“Your demon soul is attached to that flower?” she asked.
Wan Sha narrowed her eyes, “What are you trying to say?”
“No, I mean, you…” Mu Anxiao pointed at the Mandala Hua behind Wan Sha, then, as if suddenly realizing, she said, “Oh, you are the demon soul now. You only use it when you go out?”
Finally, Mu Anxiao figured it out.
Wan Sha said, “You think too much.”
Mu Anxiao shifted her gaze, “Am I wrong?”
“You are right. Now… I feel,” Wan Sha’s eyes widened, and she began to concentrate her power, “You know too much.”
At the same time, Mu Anxiao sensed a strong demonic energy around her. She swallowed and took half a step back, looking up at the still bright sky. Then she remembered what Zhang Yan had told her, and thought, “No, I can’t hurt Wan Sha, but…” She glanced at Wan Sha opposite her, whose eyes were starting to glow green, “If I don’t fight back, she’ll kill me. I should act.”
With that thought, she spread her hands and easily conjured the silver rope.
Seeing this, the green light in Wan Sha’s eyes began to dim, “This move again.”
“I have something to say to you. As long as you don’t attack,” Mu Anxiao clenched the silver rope in her hand, “I won’t attack.”
“That year, you bound me with this very thing,” Wan Sha said.
Because she hadn’t used the silver rope in so long, Mu Anxiao wasn’t as familiar with its feel, and a strange nervousness welled up within her. “This is my magical artifact. What else should I use if not this?”
She tried her best to appear gentle in Wan Sha’s eyes.
Immediately, the second Mu Anxiao finished speaking, Wan Sha suddenly shouted, “Die!” and threw out flower petals towards Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao watched in surprise as the flower petals, instantly arranged in order, flew towards her. She hurriedly cried out, “My heavens, you can do this too.”
With that, Mu Anxiao quickly leaned back. The flower petals whizzed past her face, sticking into the door.
Immediately after, Mu Anxiao lost her footing and fell backward onto the ground.
Wan Sha clenched her fists, looking at the flower petals stuck in the door, unable to move, and said, “Mu Anxiao, why did you dodge?”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao pushed herself up with her hands, giving Wan Sha, who was being so unreasonable, a helpless glare. Then she looked sideways at the flower petals, which were still firmly lodged in the door, and breathed a sigh of relief, “Who told me to dodge? If I hadn’t dodged, big sister, I would be dead.”
“I didn’t expect you to be so afraid of death.”
Wan Sha’s words were almost laughable. In this world, who wasn’t afraid of death? Although Mu Anxiao had lived much longer than ordinary people, she had never undervalued her own life.
Of course, except for that time ten years ago.
“I am afraid of death,” she stated righteously.
Wan Sha sneered, “Well said, ‘I am afraid of death.’ Then let me ask you,” she looked at her hand, the green light in her eyes gradually fading, “Your life is a life, but are our demon lives not lives?”