Huo Ling'er instinctively reached out and steadily caught Bibi Dong, whom Shi Hao had tossed over.
Huo Ling'er had a graceful figure, dressed in a fiery red gown that made her skin seem as white as snow. Her eyes were bright and lively. At that moment, her delicate brows were slightly furrowed as she looked at Bibi Dong in her arms, a trace of complicated emotion flashing through her eyes.
She parted her red lips and cried out, "Watch my Fire Secret Art!" As her voice fell, crimson ropes of flame appeared out of thin air and swiftly coiled around Bibi Dong's body. The flaming ropes seemed alive, binding Bibi Dong tightly and leaving her unable to move an inch.
Bibi Dong's Soul Power had already been completely exhausted during her fierce battle with Shi Hao and her use of the illusion-type soul skill. Her face was pale, and loose strands of hair clung messily to her cheeks. Even so, her stunning features still carried a cold, striking beauty.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with resentment and fury as she glared at Shi Hao. "Hmph, a bet was a bet. Shi Hao, if you want to kill or torture me, then get it over with. Otherwise, let me leave!" As she spoke, she raised her chin slightly, looking utterly defiant.
Shi Hao crossed his arms, a mischievous smile curling at his lips as he sized Bibi Dong up from head to toe. He said leisurely, "You want to leave? Not that easily! You'll be my maid for two months and help me with things." Shi Hao stood tall and handsome, carrying a touch of wildness in his features. His eyes now gleamed with amusement.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened at once, and she snapped, "What did you say?