Gazing at the demoness in front of him, who was as enchanting as a Flower Demon, Lin Tianming quickly put distance between them.
"What sort of ghost are you?"
"Ghost? You can call me Flower Fairy, human."
Flower Fairy?
Lin Tianming could not sense even a hint of Immortal Energy from this enchanting woman exuding a strange and demonic aura.
A true Flower Fairy ought to be like his senior sister Hua Yufei!
"You Flower Demon, stop spouting nonsense here!"
"Flower Demon? Little brother, calling your elder sister that way hurts me, and when I'm hurt, I easily..."
The Flower Demon paused in mid-sentence, feigning a heartache with a hand over her heart—she looked almost convincing.
Lin Tianming didn't care whether this Flower Demon, who could discern his spiritualization, was in pain or not; he was more concerned about what she was hinting at.
"When you're hurt, you easily do what?"
