Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The vines and branches hanging in mid-air all around trembled slightly with excitement, reaching out towards them with eager anticipation.

"What good will it do me to follow you?" Wu Li pulled Chai Xiaomi behind him, his voice icy.

Chai Xiaomi felt her collar tighten, her feet instantly leaving the ground, and she was lifted and dropped like a chick before being completely shielded behind him.

Hearing Wu Li's question, her heart tightened suddenly.

Given Wu Li's usual temperament, he should have ignored it or retorted. But now he's making demands. Does this mean he's realized he can't suppress this banana spirit and has no choice but to compromise?

"Of course I'll spare your life and treat you well." The banana spirit smiled effeminately, her wrinkled face layered like the mottled texture of an old tree. "Once I transform into a real woman, I'll find the man who catches my eye and live a carefree life. Right now, you're my favorite."

Its voice suddenly turned deep: "Young man, I'm not discussing this. You have no room to refuse."

Chai Xiaomi quit.

She immediately peeked half her head out from behind Wu Li, her eyes blazing, and declared firmly, "I disagree! He's mine, and you can forget about ever taking him!"

Little Bitter Gourd is already bitter enough, how can we make him sacrifice his looks and submit to this old monster in order to save his life?

So what if it's SS-class?

hehe--

Chai Xiaomi chuckled inwardly, but kept a calm expression on her face. She loosened her muscles and quietly moved her wrists, her fingertips curling slightly.

The fried dough stick, unusually respectful, asked, "Host, are you prepared to fight to the death?"

Chai Xiaomi: "Youtiao, quick! Help me search around the Drum Tower and see if there's a dog hole?"

Youtiao: "...You almost fooled me."

With the male and female leads blessed by their protagonist aura, a little Karami like her should prioritize taking Little Bitter Gourd with her and making a runaway when the opportunity arises.

The banana spirit, having been repeatedly provoked, was now at the height of its anger.

"You ignorant little brat, I might as well chew you up first!"

The vines suddenly grew rapidly, twisting into a giant mouth in mid-air in an instant, with menacing fangs, and rushed straight towards us with a foul stench!

Wu Li stared intently, raised her arm, and blocked half of the head that was peering out from behind her.

From the shadows within her sleeve, the red dragon flicked its tongue, and its body instantly transformed into crimson vines, shooting out like lightning to preemptively entangle and kill the wriggling roots.

That gaping maw remained frozen several meters away, and no matter how much it struggled, it was all in vain.

The banana spirit howled angrily, its voice ripped apart like rotten wood breaking.

Chai Xiaomi was slightly taken aback: Why did this SS-level monster stop after it roared?

Oh, she suddenly realized, it must be part of the plot; monsters always have to howl first to show off their power.

The red vines bound the rotting vines together tightly, with a snake's head still at the top, its eerie green eyes flashing with provocation and arrogance, just like its owner.

Unfortunately, Chai Xiaomi couldn't see him. Wu Li was tall and slender, and usually gave people the impression of being tall and thin. It wasn't until she crouched down and hid behind Wu Li that she realized he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a broad build. With his arm blocking her view, he completely obscured her vision.

Chai Xiaomi thought he raised his arm as a form of self-defense out of fear.

She gently tugged at his sleeve, tiptoed closer to his ear, and whispered, "Wu Li..."

Sensing that Chai Xiaomi had something to say, Wu Li initially didn't want to pay attention. He just wanted to finish the battle quickly, defeat this old monster as soon as possible, and then get the information he wanted to know from it.

But the girl's breath brushed past his ear, carrying a warm breeze and a faint fragrance, making his silver fish earrings tinkle.

I really want to shut her up.

But she kept calling "Wu Li, Wu Li..." in a soft, gentle voice, a name no one had ever called him before.

Amidst the soft tinkling of her earrings, Wu Li frowned, then reluctantly leaned down to listen.

What are you trying to say, all that babbling on and on?

The boy bent down unusually, and Chai Xiaomi quickly covered his ears with her hands, her breath warm and cozy in the small space between her palms.

Even the crisp tone seemed to have softened a bit by the heat.

She whispered:

"Wu Li, don't be afraid."

The surrounding noise suddenly fell silent.

The blood in his body began to surge and churn, perhaps because the Crimson Blood Silkworm had moved to his heart, causing it to pound incessantly.

At this moment, several more vines sprouted from the beam and silently approached the two people along the beam.

Chai Xiaomi continued whispering intently on tiptoe, completely unaware of what was happening.

Wu Li glanced at her indifferently, maintaining her posture of leaning down to listen to her speak. Without making a sound, she pierced her fingertip with her nail and pressed it against the tattoo on the inside of her forearm. The blood that seeped from her fingertip was instantly absorbed by the venomous tattoo wrapped around it, with the snake tattoo flashing slightly.

The red vines that the red dragon had transformed into suddenly swelled up, becoming even thicker and extending infinitely, like a living python leaping up, tightly coiling the vines in the shadows around the beams and pillars.

The black, rotten vines were clearly no match for the red vines, struggling and twisting helplessly.

Chai Xiaomi was completely unaware of these silent struggles. Her gaze was fixed on Wu Li's lowered eyelashes as she whispered urgently, "The main gate is blocked, but there's a dog hole in the southwest corner. I'll count to three, and you run there."

She winked in that direction, "You go first, I'll cover your retreat!"

Perhaps due to fear and nervousness, her palms were sweaty, especially when she said "I'll cover the rear," her tone instantly weakened and trembled slightly.

Despite her fear, she chose to let him run first.

Love potion...

That's the charm of the word "love".

No wonder people live and die for it, love it and hate it.

Wu Li moved his ear away and turned to look at her.

The girl's cherry lips were pressed into a straight line, her dark pupils glistening with moisture, and her expression was earnest and focused.

His two hands, hanging down, unconsciously clenched into fists and raised to his chest.

Ha, he's clearly a coward!

This entire Drum Tower is actually the body of a banana tree spirit. Escaping through a dog hole? Only she could come up with that.

Wu Li's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, which she quickly suppressed. Instead, she wrinkled her nose slightly to feign panic, echoing her words, "Okay, I'll wait."

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than...

Chai Xiaomi suddenly spoke up: "One, two..."

It was so unexpected.

"three!"

The moment the last note escaped, Chai Xiaomi felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and an unprecedented weariness washed over her.

My eyelids drooped heavily, and all the sounds around me seemed to be shut off, completely withdrawn.

Then, they plunged into a silent, impenetrable darkness.

Wu Li caught the girl's limp body and gently placed her in the shadow behind the pillar.

When he looked up again, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a sinister and eerie smile, his heterochromatic eyes were like a deep, cold pool, and his whole body exuded a gloomy aura that blotted out the sky.

The air was frozen solid, chillingly cold.

"I don't have time to play with you anymore. I'll give you two choices: either answer one of my questions or die a painful death." He slowly straightened up and walked step by step toward the banana spirit.

The sound of footsteps echoed clearly in the empty Drum Tower, each step feeling like stepping between heartbeats.

He stopped in front of the banana spirit, the curve of his lips cruel yet alluring:

"Choose one, please."