"This is the first time I've ever seen someone talk about going after their own master so righteously!"
"Hehe~" Yao Yue stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Hehe, my ass!" Xiao Fan grabbed the little princess, lifted the hem of her skirt, and slapped down.
Smack!
The crisp sound of the slap rang out, and a red, swollen handprint appeared on Yao Yue's tender little bottom.
To make this disobedient, rebellious disciple learn her lesson, Xiao Fan had truly not held back.
"Mmph..."
Yao Yue, her little face red, limped far away while clutching her beaten, raw little bottom, terrified that Xiao Fan would catch her again.
"Master, we're soulmates! You can't do this!"
The moment Xiao Fan heard that, he grew even angrier. He had kindly helped her refine the Heavenly Flames, yet somehow, without rhyme or reason, he had lost his first time.
And besides...
Why was he, Xiao Fan, always the one being...
Pushed down...
"So you still know I'm your master!" Xiao Fan directly condensed Dou Qi into an object, and a small blue-gold leather whip burning with raging flames appeared in his right hand.
At the same time, a rope loop appeared in his left hand and shot straight toward the panicked Yao Yue as she fled.
Yao Yue knew that once she was caught, punishment would be inevitable, so she put all her strength into running for her life. As long as she could escape to Grandpa Dragon's side, she might not avoid disaster entirely, but at least she would suffer less.
But the rope loop condensed from Dou Qi in Xiao Fan's hand was clearly faster, and it instantly tied up Yao Yue's hands and feet completely.
"No! Master!"
"It's too late to beg for mercy now." Xiao Fan let out a horrifying voice