In the blink of an eye.
Mu Anxiao stopped with the maid and the dagger behind the group of monsters.
Opposite the monsters, those mortals, without exception, held shovels, hoes, and other farming and building tools. They shrieked as they glared at the creatures.
These twenty monsters looked identical. They were all about as tall as Feng Qishi, which posed a problem for Mu Anxiao as she couldn't see.
"Annoying, I can't see anything." As she spoke, her hand was tightly held by the maid. She leaned forward, her head constantly shaking as she searched for a gap, but found none.
At this moment, she wished she had grown a little taller.
Dagger: "Strange, why aren't those people running?"
"Exactly," Mu Anxiao said, looking down at Dagger.
Hearing this, the maid trembled as she looked at the monsters, then at Mu Anxiao, and finally fixed her gaze on Dagger. "Let's go." Her voice quivered.
Mu Anxiao: "I didn't ask you to follow me." She glanced at the maid.
Maid: "If I don't follow you, I will die."
"If you follow her, you might die even more miserably."
At the sound, Mu Anxiao furrowed her brow and turned her head with the maid to look at Xi'er, who had reappeared. She blinked, remaining silent.
Xi'er: "Xin'er, death, for you, doesn't seem that easy." As she spoke, she looked at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao: "I thought you had already left."
"I did leave, but," Xi'er smiled, "I wanted to have a good meal before those monsters ate you. You are all too thin, only suitable as an after-dinner treat."
"..." Mu Anxiao understood why the monsters suddenly changed direction. So it was Xi'er causing trouble. "You even know about after-dinner treats," she said.
Xi'er: "Of course. Looking at you now," she scanned the maid and Mu Anxiao from head to toe, "your blood is the most useful."
"..." Mu Anxiao snorted lightly, displaying an expression of disdain towards Xi'er.
Xi'er: "I hate it the most when people give me that look."
"I hate it the most too," Mu Anxiao said, intending to pull the maid closer to her, "you, you meddlesome demon."
"I am not a demon."
"A demon cultivator is still a demon, and you won't admit it."
"You know quite a lot," Xi'er frowned.
Mu Anxiao: "Naturally. You don't even know who I am." As she spoke, she took out a black cloth from her embrace and turned to look at the maid.
"You, let go for a moment."
"I'm scared," the maid refused, shaking her head.
Mu Anxiao was worried that Xi'er would see her true face after getting closer. To avoid creating animosity over this, she had to cover her face.
However, the maid was so clingy, which was also a trouble for Mu Anxiao.
"I'm just covering my face."
"She has already seen you, so covering your face is meaningless!" the maid said clearly.
Mu Anxiao's expression stiffened. "I'm saying, I can only perform at my best this way, you..."
"Enough nonsense, who are you?" Xi'er interrupted impatiently.
Mu Anxiao raised her hand to touch her nose, temporarily abandoning the idea of covering her face, and turned back to Xi'er. "Why aren't they moving?" she asked, hearing the voices behind her had gone silent.
Xi'er: "They only move when I tell them to."
"Oh, you control them," Mu Anxiao nodded, thinking that if she could control them, the problem would be solved.
Seeing Mu Anxiao in thought, Xi'er asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao snapped back to attention and gave Xi'er a naive smile. "I'm not thinking about anything, I just can't figure something out." She put away the black cloth and raised a finger.
Xi'er crossed her arms. "What?" she tilted her chin up.
Mu Anxiao decided to stall for time. "You're such a beautiful girl, why did you choose to cultivate demonhood? Look at you, you have such affinity for immortality. Cultivating immortality would be so good, you'd become an immortal, a fairy."
"...." Xi'er was expressionless.
Seeing Xi'er's cold gaze, Mu Anxiao's nerves tightened. She continued, "I'm not coveting your beauty, I'm just..."
"Who exactly are you?" Xi'er finally began to suspect Mu Anxiao's identity.
This was the question Mu Anxiao wanted Xi'er to ask. As a low-key immortal, she disliked introducing herself in a high-profile manner. Since Xi'er had asked, it would be impolite not to answer.
So, she lowered her eyes and smiled, saying, "I am the recently notorious flower thief."
In Mu Anxiao's memory, for some time now, there had been incidents of young women's undergarments being stolen. Her father had been very worried about this.
If she remembered correctly, the flower thief would be apprehended in her location a month later. Considering the distance between there and here, she thought the flower thief must have already left.
Therefore, impersonating that guy should be fine.
"You?" Xi'er showed no surprise.
On the contrary, after hearing Mu Anxiao introduce herself like this, the maid quickly let go of her hand, took a step back, crossed her arms to protect her chest, and exclaimed, "It's you."
Hearing this, Xi'er looked at the maid. "You know her?"
"Yes," the maid nodded, looking at Xi'er. "Recently, the bellybands of the maids in our mansion have been stolen. We have been searching for that flower thief; it's quite terrifying."
"Just stealing a bellyband, and it's terrifying?" Xi'er frowned, thinking the maid was exaggerating.
Maid: "He disappears very quickly, you could say he comes without a trace and leaves without a shadow. You..." she carefully glanced at Mu Anxiao, then looked at Xi'er, "you must not let your guard down."
Xi'er: "You are being too dramatic."
"I'm not exaggerating, really." The maid was serious and took another step back, her arms still protectively across her chest.
Mu Anxiao didn't expect that by simply admitting it, she would bring Xi'er and the maid closer. Seeing this scene, she felt helpless yet somewhat gratified.
Xi'er: "So vulgar." As she spoke, she shifted her gaze to Mu Anxiao's face.
Mu Anxiao was startled by Xi'er's sudden look and said, "What, scared?"
"I hate people like you the most," Xi'er said coldly.
Although Mu Anxiao was not intimidated by Xi'er's words, seeing her expression of wanting to act on behalf of heaven gave Mu Anxiao a momentary illusion that she was indeed the flower thief.
However, to solidify her identity, Mu Anxiao cautioned herself not to back down.
"Is that so?" Mu Anxiao couldn't bring herself to act too outrageously. She stepped forward and grinned, "How about a duel?"
"A duel," Xi'er repeated, scanning Mu Anxiao with a look of disdain. "You, a mere mortal."
"Even if I am a mortal, I can tell you are a demon," Mu Anxiao raised an eyebrow.
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