Am I more like a demon than her?
What kind of joke is this!
Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, a bit exasperated yet amused: "What do you mean by that?"
"You don't know?" Nikita blinked, a hint of realization flickering in her crimson eyes. "No wonder… Take a look yourself."
With that, she flipped her hand and summoned a bright water mirror before the young wizard.
The surface of the water mirror remained perfectly steady amidst the malicious gazes surrounding them.
Then Zheng Qing saw in the mirror—a pair of red eyes, no less striking than those of the female demon. In fact, compared to Nikita, he felt his own eyes appeared deeper, more luminous, and even more pristine.
He stared blankly at those eyes in the mirror, seemingly dazed for a moment.
Meanwhile, Nikita raised her hand, her wrist still wrapped with the warlock's tail. Tilting her head up, she gazed at her hand, spread her fingers, then slowly clenched them, forming a small, white-jade-like fist.
