Qin Yi finished speaking, slowly curling her fingers, about to refine the nightmare Qin Yi.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a sharp voice came, followed by a piercing sound, as a silver light shot straight towards the center of Qin Yi's back.
Qin Yi slowly turned around, looking at Duan Yiyi behind her.
Duan Yiyi clearly saw Qin Yi's face, her eyes widened immediately, and the silver spear in her hand stopped one centimeter from Qin Yi's chest.
"Yiyi?" Qin Yi spoke with a smile.
Duan Yiyi looked at Qin Yi goofily, then looked at the nightmare Qin Yi bound in the fire net.
"Which one of you is my little husband?"
"Yiyi, it's me, I am Qin Yi, he's fake, he's a demon transformed, quickly save me." The nightmare Qin Yi urgently shouted.
Duan Yiyi stared at Qin Yi: "What kind of demon are you transformed into? Why do you take on the appearance of my little husband?"
Qin Yi stepped forward, intending to knock on this silly girl's head; even he couldn't recognize her, she deserved a hit.