Qu Tan'er blinked as she stood by, just now witnessing the duel between human and beast, she hadn't even had time to react; their speed was frighteningly fast. She had already experienced Chengcheng's speed, but the Demon Beast's speed was unexpectedly not inferior to Chengcheng's. However, in her hand, she had secretly gripped the Silence Annihilation Whip.
If Mo Liancheng were in danger, she would risk her life to make a move.
As if sensing her gesture, the big fellow that was originally staring at Mo Liancheng tilted its head and squinted at Qu Tan'er, however, the previously imperious and arrogant gaze had subdued, becoming complex, bewildered, and puzzled, "Are you from the Human Clan or the Demon Clan?"
A phrase suddenly popped into Qu Tan'er's mind, but it was spoken word by word, with a peculiar accent, the words awkwardly expressed.
Like a child, learning to speak.
