The Vermillion Bird was taciturn for a moment, and considering it to be him selling his face to the God’s Domain—he no longer insisted in taking Shen Jiayi’s life. However, in order to prevent those people who couldn’t distinguish right and wrong from once more coming and bullying his future master, there was a need for him to warn them.
“If, someday in the future, I hear someone speak words that they shouldn’t be speaking, then I certainly won’t be as nice like this, speaking to you and all. As that person was unable to control their own mouth, I won’t mind having that person and their mouth disappear from this world altogether.”
The Vermillion Bird’s fierce move just now had long ago had everyone from the Vermillion Bird Clan frightened to the point of having their souls fly away and scatter. As of now , how could they still dare to say even half a sentence of fault about Shen Yanxiao.
It wasn’t like that they were tired of living and wanted to court death!
People such as Shen Yifeng had obediently covered their own mouths tightly, to prevent troubling thoughts being issued out of their mouths, and from offending this extremely conceited mythological animal.
They weren’t idiots and they didn’t harbour the slightest bit of suspicions regarding the reliability of the Vermillion Bird’s words.
Ah, what unwillingness!
With regards to the current state of affairs, the two people whom were laying on the ground practically couldn’t bear to look straight, because they, whom were fully-packed with confidence, had unexpectedly been crushed by the idiot—the one that they most despised. If this was to be known to their fathers, it was very likely that it could have their fathers angered till they spit blood.
However, no matter how much more unwillingness they had, they too were unable to influence the Vermillion Bird’s decision.
With both of his arms folded at his chest, the Vermillion Bird looked at the ‘passionate’ expression in Shen Yanxiao’s eyes, as he arrogantly drew closer.
“Place a drop of your blood in between my eyebrows, and I’ll be your mythological beast for the entirety of your lifetime.” He disliked signing contracts with the human race, but he had to carry out his own promise of that time. Fortunately, the lifespan of a human simply wasn’t long at all. At most, after a century, he could return to his own cave and go back into a dormant state.
The next time, he’d certainly find a place that was even more concealed, for he didn’t want to be awoken again by those group of scoundrels from the God’s Domain even the tiniest bit.