Xia Yuan was a little surprised. "Oh? There's history behind it?"
Mo Shiyu raised her slender, snowy-white neck and gave Xia Yuan an odd look, huffing. "That's right. Back then, you would've been my slave. You'd have had to do whatever I said, or I'd cut off your spiritual power supply and make you disappear!"
Smiling, Xia Yuan reached for her slim waist, which had not an ounce of excess flesh. "Chubby Yu's gotten pretty cocky lately. Now you're even talking about enslaving me..."
Mo Shiyu squirmed as though she had been electrocuted, laughing so hard that tears spilled from her eyes:
"Hahaha..."
"Xia Yuan, I was wrong! I was only saying it! I never actually thought that!"
Luo Ziyan looked into the rearview mirror, exasperated with her:
"Little Shiyu, you're hopeless! Even your own Contract Spirit can bully you!"
She declared smugly, "My Demon Blade Princess always does exactly what I... say..."
Demon Blade Princess sat perfectly straight, her hands resting on the knees of her snowy-white legs, and turned to give her a cold look.
Luo Ziyan immediately broke into a sweat. Looking away, she brought the subject to a close. "At least Demon Blade Princess has a wonderful personality. She's gentle and dependable, unlike a certain someone who's as childish and annoying as a little kid!"
Xia Yuan cupped a hand around his ear. "Huh? Little Yordle girl, don't bother talking. You're so short I can't hear you."
Luo Ziyan: "(／‵Д′)／~╧╧!"
Demon Blade Princess: "Focus on driving."
Luo Ziyan: "(›´ω`‹)"
Luo Ziyan also owned an extraordinarily luxurious villa in the Imperial Capital, where every inch of land cost a fortune.
The Luo Family was a top-tier Contract Spirit Master family in the Imperial Capital. Although it had never produced an SSR, it had cultivated a whole