Ye Xiu ultimately took Su Tang to witness the scene of how to destroy thousands of treasures in five minutes. Those beautiful and dazzling jewels, famous swords, and utensils were all burned to ashes by a great fire.
Standing before the raging flames, Su Tang felt that if she took another step forward, the fire would engulf her.
The firelight made her feel hot and uncomfortable. She wanted to retreat, but Ye Xiu held her shoulder.
In his dim eyes, the firelight flickered eerily because of the fire. He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, "Didn't Jing like them? Tell me, should I throw you in too, so you can reunite with them?"
As he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed hoarsely.
Su Tang's scalp tingled. How had her once adorable little dragon man become so terrifying?
"No, I don't like them anymore."
"Then, what does Jing like now?"
Su Tang didn't turn her head, but she could feel that a certain little dragon man was wearing a terrifying smile, as if he would destroy everything she liked as soon as she spoke.
She swallowed, and in this moment of life and death, her desire to survive made her choose to be shameless, "I like you."
After saying this, she added softly, "Otherwise, why would I come back?"
The little dragon man was stunned.
A moment later, he laughed, but the laughter sounded strangely heartbreaking, without any joy, but rather gloomy.
"Is that so?"
His voice was very soft. To prove herself, Su Tang nodded. So, he said, "Prove it to me."
Su Tang was taken aback. Prove it? How could she prove it?
"Let's form a bond."
Before Su Tang could react, she was pulled into his arms. The next moment, the blood vessel on her neck was bitten open. Her eyes widened suddenly as cold, thin lips pressed against her skin, sucking her blood hungrily and greedily. She could feel the blood flowing away, but she couldn't react at all.
Then, her heart felt like it had been cut open. The intense pain made cold sweat break out on her forehead. It hurt too much, so much that she almost wanted to curl up.
Her eyes were wide, her red lips slightly open, like a fish out of water. The feeling gave her the illusion of being on the verge of death.
Well, her chest had been cut open, so she was only a moment away from death.
Ye Xiu licked the wound on her neck clean. When he could no longer taste the blood, he slightly raised his head. He held her in his arms. The person in his arms was as light as a feather, extremely thin. His brow furrowed slightly, but his hand didn't stop.
A spirit of the dead no longer has a soul. He was just a skeleton. The reason he looked like a normal person was because his cultivation was profound.
Taking off this disguise, he would only be left with white bones. For example, at this moment, his hand, having shed its disguise, plunged into her chest. It was a pale hand bone. As a string of incantations rang out, something spread from her heart.
It was a complex pattern, the color of blood, blooming on her chest.
Su Tang gasped for breath, her whole body dazed.
"Damn it, Gouzi, I wasn't wrong, was I? It's a Blood Crest Bond? The most evil of all bonds?"
The system added for her, "Yes, the person who forms the bond must never abandon the master, or you're finished. And more importantly, as long as you're on this continent, he is your master, and you can't resist him in any way." After saying that, it said with some sympathy, "My dear friend, here, I mourn for you."
When Su Tang heard the end of that, tears were about to fall. This was even worse than a master-servant contract!
At most, a master-servant contract only required obedience to orders, otherwise, if the servant was killed, the contract would automatically disappear. But the Blood Crest Bond was something that would be branded for all eternity and could not be undone.
Perhaps because of her struggle, the wound on her neck started bleeding again. Warm liquid slowly flowed down, and then she felt something slippery and cold lick the wound.
Goosebumps rose all over her body. She tried to push away the person on top of her, "Enough!"
Her movements were not large, and because she had just formed the bond, her whole body was weak. As a result, this push actually pushed Ye Xiu away.
He lowered his head slightly, and his long black hair fell down, making his handsome face even more… sickly.
He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the blood from his thin lips. Because he was a spirit of the dead, his lips were very white, and with the bright red blood, he looked like a yandere.
Spirits of the dead liked blood, everyone knew that. However, our little dragon man actually let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Wake up! You're a hybrid, a super-advanced race. Why are you making such a satisfied sound over something that only inferior spirits of the dead like!
Su Tang's hands trembled as she watched this scene.
However, our little dragon man said to Su Tang, "I've remembered your taste, and Jing's here…" It was still that skeletal hand bone, smiling as it pointed to her chest, "is also filled with me."
Su Tang's hands and feet went weak as she listened to this yandere-like smile and tone. She felt that she could already see her tragic future.
She looked at him, pretending to be calm, but she didn't know that her voice had betrayed her, "I'm tired, I want to rest."
However, Ye Xiu opened his arms, "Come here."
Su Tang stopped moving, "I said I'm tired, I want to go back to the mirror to rest!"
The little smile on Ye Xiu's face gradually faded. He stared at her deeply. Suddenly, he opened his thin lips slightly and recited a string of incantations.
With the incantations, Su Tang's heart suddenly ached. Her face was pale, and her legs went weak. Finally, she fell into someone's arms.
The cold aura enveloped her, which was not comfortable, but now was not the time to worry about such things, because she really hurt.
"Ye Xiu… it hurts so much…"
"Naughty children must be punished."
She had said these words to herself before, but she didn't know that she hadn't been naughty back then, she just wanted to tease him.
The little mirror that roared and bristled was really very cute.
Ye Xiu lowered his eyes, looking at the person in his arms whose face was pale from the pain. The last bit of tenderness in his heart disappeared instantly.
He reached out and gently stroked her face, the corners of his mouth curving into a happy arc, "It's right that it hurts."
Back then, he was a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than this, and only wanted her to look back at him, but not only did she not, she also pushed him away and never looked back again.
Su Tang finally fainted from the pain, but before she closed her eyes, she saw the gloomy and terrifying destruction and possessiveness in the little dragon man's eyes. In the end, even in her dreams, she still didn't sleep very peacefully.
It didn't even take Ye Xiu a month to take down the Dwarf race. All the spirits of the dead knelt devoutly at his feet, but when he picked up Su Tang, several wisps of startled ghostly fire flickered in the empty eyes of many spirits of the dead.
Everyone knew that their King did not allow anyone to touch him.
Death to anyone who touched him.
This is a yandere little dragon man ~