【61】Give me the blade.

Ye Anqi's hand quietly reached beneath the insole, where she had hidden a blade.

"I warn you, you'd better not come any closer!"

Her warning was utterly useless.

The demon approached, bending over to extend his claw-like hand toward her—

"Don't touch me, get away—"

Ye Anqi suddenly flailed her arms, and Ya Shitian's arm suddenly hurt.

He quickly drew back, finding a long gash on his arm.

Blood instantly spurted out like a broken water pipe.

Ye Anqi had already darted to the other side, holding a small, sharp blade in her hand.

Her expression was icy, "I warned you."

Ya Shitian pulled back his crimson lips, smiling with a bloodthirsty grin, "Where did you get that blade?"

"None of your business." Ye Anqi raised her eyebrows and laughed coldly, her expression resolute, "Just try to touch me today, and I'll make sure we both go down together."

This time she was completely desperate; she no longer dared to hope that this demon would spare her.