Mu Qingwan covered her mouth and asked in surprise, "What, what is this?"

"It should be a demon thing!" Xiao Yi said in a low voice, holding a thin arm of the Demonic Vine.

"I'm not an ordinary demon. Ouch, it hurts so much!" The Demonic Vine said with a grimace. Its tiny eyebrows were wrinkled together, which looked very strange.