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"No, she can't be…" The color of blood completely disappeared from the squirrel's face. "The tiger demon said clearly that she could be exchanged for before the sun came out… clearly… Wah…."

Seeing that it was about to start crying again, Lonemoon rapidly filled its mouth with a fruit. It was a good demon, it was just too noisy!

"Little Mushroom, you…" He was just about to comfort it a little, when he suddenly felt a wave of demonic aura coming from the left side of the woods.

"It's the direction of the town!" reminded Yi Qing.

"Go back!" Lonemoon casually picked up the squirrel demon, turned and started flying towards that direction on his sword.