A Little First Love Shock for the Demon Lord - Chapter 22.2
“So what if they die? They’re just a few cats—I couldn’t care less.”
Xiaoli’s eyes widened in shock. “What did you say?!”
“I said they’re just cats. I don’t care. In fact, I was planning to kill the ones you brought back.”
Xiaoli stared at him in disbelief. Slowly, her expression twisted into rage.
She had really been deceived.
Ghost Face never liked the cats. He only used them to carry out his scheme.
Her once-adorable face contorted with fury as sharp claws grew from her fingers. Her body transformed into a massive feline form, back arched, teeth bared.
“How dare you lie to Xiaomao! Xiaomao will kill you!”
Ghost Face didn’t flinch. He casually adjusted his robe sleeves. “You can’t beat me, Xiaoli. Behave, and maybe I’ll let you live.”
Xiaoli hissed, unwilling to listen.
Seeing her refusal, Ghost Face’s expression darkened.
“If that’s how it is… then you leave me no choice.”
Sensing the rising tension, Ying Ning instinctively held her breath and nervously covered her small head with her paws.
Suddenly, something gently tapped her ear.
The tickle made her twitch, and she peeked between her paws.
A tiny spider stood before her, waving its front legs.
A spider?
Ying Ning glanced at the battle unfolding nearby. Seeing that neither Ghost Face nor Xiaoli had noticed her, she quietly extended a paw and drew the little spider close. Whispering, she said, “Quick, hide on me, or they’ll trample you.”
But the spider spun in place, as if laughing, then pointed toward the column to Ying Ning’s left.
“You want me to hide behind that pillar?” she whispered.
The spider nodded.
Ying Ning trusted it—Zhuzhu must’ve sent it to protect her.
She lay low, carefully turning and crawling cat-like toward the pillar, trying not to make a sound.
Meanwhile, Xiaoli lunged at Ghost Face. He sidestepped, and her claws smashed through the bone railing.
Despite her injured hind legs reopening and bleeding, Xiaoli gritted her teeth and leapt again.
With a flick of his wrist, Ghost Face summoned a The Purple Gold Fan. As Xiaoli charged, he opened it and fanned once. A fierce, icy wind howled toward her, encasing her in a wind prison.
Xiaoli struck at the wind with her claws, but the wind blades cut her when she got too close. She winced and recoiled.
Ghost Face sneered from outside. “You’re just a spirit cat. Did you really think you could defeat me?”
Xiaoli growled. “Ghost Face, what are you trying to do?!”
“I’m telling you, these cats mean nothing,” he said smugly. “I want to activate the Nine Nether Mirror and enter the underworld. But it requires enormous mana. I don’t have enough, so I’m absorbing spiritual energy from the cats to replenish my strength.”
“You monster! You want to kill all those kittens?!”
Ghost Face laughed. “They’re just cats—though still human inside. Why are you so sentimental?”
Xiaoli fell silent for a moment, lowering her head. “Mortals never cherished us…”
“Exactly. They deserve death. I’m just helping you.”
“No,” Xiaoli said softly. “I never wanted them dead.”
Her eyes dropped to the Ran Yishi pendant around her neck. Without warning, she raised a paw and struck it hard.
Seeing this, Ghost Face panicked. He quickly cast a spell and yanked the pendant away with a gust of wind.
Holding the Ran Yishi, he scoffed. “Better let me keep this.”
He stuffed it into his robe and pulled out a map from his sleeve.
“Hm? One stone beast is missing?” He frowned, then grumbled, “I knew this unfinished maze was flawed.”
Opening his fan, he waved it over the map and grinned. “If I can’t freeze you, I’ll roast you instead.”
He put away the map and strutted toward the door, but then paused. He turned to the calico cat in the corner.
The cat sat still, blinking up at him with innocent eyes.
Beneath his mask, Ghost Face’s eyes narrowed. He approached her.
“The one with Zhuzhu seems to value you. If he breaks the maze, I’ll use you to threaten him.”
He reached out his hand.
From the wind prison, Xiaoli screamed, “Don’t touch my sister!”
But Ghost Face ignored her. Just as he reached for Ying Ning, a shadow burst from behind the pillar and snatched the fan from his hand.
Another calico cat?
No—it turned into a spider, spitting webs to blind him.
Ying Ning seized the chance, clutching the fan in her mouth and dashing toward Xiaoli.
That fan could control the maze—it might be the key!
Ghost Face ripped the webs off and tried to cast a retrieval spell, but the spider entangled his wrist with silk.
He roared and hurled a fireball, incinerating the little spider.
Ying Ning saw it fall. Her heart ached.
That spider had protected her every step of the way…
She swallowed the pain. Now wasn’t the time to grieve.
Another fireball flew at her. Just before it hit, she leapt into the wind prison.
Blades of wind slashed at her, but she clenched her teeth and held on to the fan.
She landed before Xiaoli, bloodied and gasping.
“Xiaoli! Use the fan! Let’s get out of here!”
Xiaoli picked it up and tried, but nothing happened.
“I don’t have enough power to control it,” she said sadly. “But the Great Demon can. He can break the maze and destroy the Ran Yishi. He’ll save everyone trapped below!”
“But how do I get the fan to him?” Ying Ning asked.
“You’re not going anywhere!” Ghost Face growled, stretching an arm through the wind prison, skin splitting under the wind’s fury.
Xiaoli quickly carved a shrinking formation onto the fan. “Tap it three times to activate. Jump in, and you’ll find him.”
She then drew another spell in the air. “But first, find your real body. You’ll move better once you do.”
Ying Ning hesitated. “And you?”
Before she could finish, Xiaoli grabbed her by the scruff and hurled her into the glowing formation—tossing the fan in after her.
Ghost Face had nearly entered the prison when he saw Ying Ning vanish.
Furious, he hurled a giant fireball.
Xiaoli leapt into the air and intercepted it.
“Xiaomao,” she roared, “is invincible!”