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Pei Ling smiled. Qiao Ranran struggled in his arms, finally poking her head out from beneath his sleeve. Her freshly tidied hair had become messy and tousled again. Stripped of her flattering filter, the stunning beauty was still a silly girl with a cowlick sticking up.

"Junior Brother Pei, loosen your hold just a little. I won't run around." This was the Demon Realm; she would be very careful. "Besides, I know you fought someone, and I won't be scared. Really! Even if you're a little ruthless, it's fine. I promise I absolutely won't be afraid!"

Pei Ling gave a low chuckle. "I know you aren't afraid. I just don't want to see you lose control and rush to save someone."

Qiao Ranran: "..." Wouldn't I have to be out of my mind to save them?

Then she tilted her head and saw the two injured demonic cultivators, particularly the woman. Perhaps demonic cultivators had tougher bodies, because despite her grievous injuries, the woman was still clinging to life. The gaping hole in her chest was a horrifying sight.

Qiao Ranran sucked in a sharp breath. That sort of wound was certainly fatal, but it wasn't as though she would save just anyone! "Junior Brother Pei, why would you have such a strange idea? Why would you think I'd save her?"

Pei Ling raised a hand, loosened all of Qiao Ranran's hair, then casually tied it back up before pulling over the black veiled hat beside them and placing it on her head. "Probably because you attract too much attention."

"What?" Qiao Ranran refused to accept that. "You're clearly the one who attracts too much attention!"

Pei Ling gave a thoroughly insincere "Oh" and casually tossed a few demon crystals to the shopkeeper. Bartering was common in the Demon Realm,