An False Alarm
Listening to the commotion, there were probably quite a few people teamed up with the two demonesses.
The demoness addicted to the internet had no time to consider whether mortals tasted better fried or stewed. Forming a party and climbing the ranks was the true way.
This illness had to be cured!
Without Professor Yang, the electricity demon, there was still someone who could deal with this demoness.
Li Bai urged her a few times, but when she showed no reaction, he casually switched off the satellite router. Smack—done!
See? It was that simple!
When it came to subduing these two demonesses, there were always more solutions than problems!
"Ahhh!"
The slapping sounds inside the tent abruptly stopped. Qingyao Demoness glared at the screen and shouted furiously, "The internet's down!~"
At this critical moment, she wished she could smash the desktop computer in front of her to pieces, then drag the game operator's BOSS out of his office, pull out his intestines and wrap them three times around his neck, and finally hang him at the entrance of the Consumer Protection Association to offer him to Heaven, all for the good of the world.
"It froze! There's only one final blow left."
Little Red Carp blinked, failing to react for a moment. The Big BOSS had only the tiniest sliver of health left. One more critical hit and they would win.
She was furious, too. Pfft—the endlessly blooming ice flowers exploded into a cloud of water vapor, filling the air with moisture.
But the moment she saw that it was Li Bai, she immediately lowered her banner and ceased fighting. With the Young Master around, the sky was always clear!
Little Red Carp's survival rules had none of those pointless twists and turns.
First, the Young Master