“You guys had better listen properly! As of now, you all are my possessions, and no matter how capable you are, please do be slightly well-behaved! Or else this young master will knock myself to death, and have the two of you helplessly watch it!” Shen Yanxiao suddenly left, and continued to ignore the two bastards fighting, for it’d only be her that would go crazy. Just who could put up with having Word War 4 happen inside their mind?
‘You, a human, have unexpectedly dared to threaten me!’ The Vermilion Bird was in a bad mood, for even if she was the master that he’d chosen, this was nothing more than because of his own prior agreement, and only then because he couldn’t help but choose one amongst the four of them. Shen Yanxiao herself simply didn’t have the capability to have him submit cheerfully.
“Hehe, if you don’t believe me, you can try. I actually want to see how you, the noble mythological beast, the Vermillion Bird, would still be able to mingle within the mythological beasts’ social circle if I was to just die right after having signed a contract with you.” Threaten? Shen Yanxiao had already wanted to beat him up long ago.
She could roughly guess the Vermillion Bird’s temper. His arrogance and self-importance were because the mythological beast saw his own dignity to be more, much more, important when compared to his own life. If not, he wouldn’t have guarded a human race’s clan for the past several hundred years just because of an agreement.
Although, she was very curious. Just what kind of thing, in the end, had the Vermillion Bird and the first generation of the Vermillion Bird Clan agreed upon?