Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent

Ying Yue's smile, the curve of her arched brows and eyes, made Xiao Yin pause slightly.

This hell messenger who had always been so cold actually possessed a unique beauty, like ice and snow melting for the first time, when she smiled...

"Alright."

Xiao Yin nodded and said no more. "I hope you won't regret it. As it happens, I'm still lacking a... housekeeper."

He raised his right index finger, a point of light containing spiritual fluctuations glimmering at its tip.

He gently touched Ying Yue's smooth forehead.

Ying Yue's body instinctively tensed, but she immediately relaxed, closed her eyes, and offered no resistance.

His fingertip touched her forehead, and the speck of light silently sank into it.

Ying Yue only felt a faint chill deep within her soul, as though something had quietly been branded there. Then, a wondrous sense of connection formed between her and Xiao Yin.

A moment later, Xiao Yin withdrew his finger.

Hu Liena, standing nearby, witnessed everything.

Watching Ying Yue respectfully stand at Xiao Yin's side and watching Xiao Yin calmly accept her loyalty, an inexplicably complicated emotion rose within her.

There was a little admiration for Ying Yue's decisiveness, awe at Xiao Yin's methods, and a trace of... disappointment she herself was unwilling to examine too closely?

She quickly shook her head and suppressed those inexplicable feelings.

"Go on. It's yours." Xiao Yin gestured toward the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King, which was on the verge of death.

Excitement flashed through Ying Yue's eyes. She nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Master!"

Without further hesitation, she transformed into a shadow and appeared before the heavily wounded Bat King in an instant. The black dagger in her hand flashed with cold light as it precisely stabbed into its central head!

The Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King