"Oh, so you recognize me!" The inner demon looked at him in surprise and shrugged with a smile, "Then things will be much easier and much easier to talk about!"
He stood in front of Yan Huan like a toddler with ADHD, unable to rest for even a moment. He twitched his fingers, turned his shoulders, and hopped lightly on his tiptoes... He adapted to this brand new body and enjoyed the joy of finally being able to move freely.
The dragon heart belonging to Yan Huan was beating powerfully in his body at this moment.
The inner demon stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers comfortably. The pure dark space suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes - the ground cracked and collapsed. Except for the place where Yan Huan stood to support his body, the rest of the ground collapsed. The abyss was boundless. Gazing from afar, he felt like he was trapped on the precarious tip of a needle, in danger of falling into the chaotic void and dying without a burial place at any time.
The inner demon snapped his fingers again, and sharp whistling sounds like wind tearing came from all directions. The sharp golden light cut through time and space, and accurately pierced through Yan Huan's body and his wandering nine eyes at every tricky and vicious angle.
The tentacles were shattered, like flowers and threads blooming everywhere, and turned into a bloody mess. Yan Huan was covered in dripping black blood, and fell into such an embarrassing and miserable situation, but the smile on his face never changed, and his nine turbid eyeballs were still staring at the inner demon.
"Dragon Binding Rope?" Yan Huan asked. His vocal cords hissed and stammered like countless twitching, slippery and thin snakes. Every word he spoke was like the whisper of an evil demon, wriggling and rubbing back and forth in the dark corridor. "I think you should know better than me that this thing is really limited in its use, right?"
The inner demon shrugged, looking nonchalant.
"Of course I know," the inner demon said, "The Dragon Binding Rope, as the name suggests, was originally used by the immortals to deal with us... or to deal with you. Unfortunately, it was useless to you six thousand years ago, let alone six thousand years later! You even dared to light the sun on fire, and would rather be burned to half of your body than go to Liu Fuguang to act coquettishly and ask him to look at you. I don't think there is any torture method in this world that can be effective on you."
His lips opened and closed, and he uttered Liu Fuguang's name lightly. The muscles on Yan Huan's face twitched slightly, but any facial reaction was perfectly concealed by the thick and black dragon blood like tar.
However, he could hide the truth from everyone in the world, but he could not hide it from the inner demon that was of the same origin as himself.
The inner demon laughed and looked at his hands nonchalantly: "However, my current goal is just to trap you. I still need to use the time and energy left to deal with Liu Fuguang!"
He dragged out his voice maliciously, looked at the reaction of the original body with gloating, and repeated the name many times in his mouth. Appreciating Yan Huan's reaction, the inner demon became more and more happy, until he laughed out loud.
"It's really like a dog whistle!" He shouted cheerfully, "When I mention his name, your reaction is always so good. Oh, I wonder if it's because I'm too out of touch with it. Is the causal relationship between the greatest evil and the greatest good really that strong?"