The Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon watched Lu Xiaotian flee into the distance. He wanted to chase after him, but a sharp pain stabbed through his chest. After hesitating for a long while, he finally gave up. Ever since his battle with Lu Xiaotian in Splitwind Gorge, the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon had felt both fear and humiliation. During the nearly hundred years he'd spent back in his lair, he'd brooded over the defeat and trained diligently, improving considerably. He hadn't expected Lu Xiaotian to improve so much more than he had imagined. In the blink of an eye, Lu Xiaotian had wounded him. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't been wary of Wu Changlian and that demon lizard snake, he might truly have lost his life this time.
The thought of Wu Changlian filled the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon with resentment. Wu Changlian had made everything sound so good beforehand, yet in the end, he was the one who had to face Lu Xiaotian's attack. Now he'd suffered a serious injury because of it.
"Next time, no matter how eloquently Wu Changlian speaks, I can't trust that wretch." Wu Changlian's face, riddled with holes and hideous to behold, flashed through the Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon's mind, stirring up even greater loathing. It was obvious that Wu Changlian or the demon lizard snake had threatened Lu Xiaotian, forcing him to abandon the fight after getting his strike in. If he went after Lu Xiaotian now, even if Lu Xiaotian were surrounded and killed, he'd have to pay dearly for it. Since Wu Changlian dared to use him again, why should he risk his life for that wretch?
The Blood-Screaming Mosquito Demon was flattering himself now. Judging by how fast Lu Xiaotian had left, even if he'd tried to stop him, he might not have caught up.
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