Meow ~

"Meow--"

"Ow—"

"Meow--"

"Ow—"

The level of the monster race is far stricter and harsher than that of humans, and the suppression of bloodlines is almost absolute.

Just like at this moment, Ye Zhao's new favorite little cat couldn't resist the coercion from the blood of high-level beasts, and was forced to teach His Royal Highness the White Tiger Demon King... how to meow.

After learning for a long time but still not being able to learn, Cheng Yuan growled angrily, planing the ground with his paws, and successfully made the little cat in front of him tremble even more.

He stared at the timid little cat, his eyes almost splashed fire.

Why!Why does such a useless thing get the favor of that human being!

Or... was it just because he was useless and non-threatening that he was favored by that human being?

Ye Zhao never thought that when he saw Cheng Yuan again, it would be in his father's cave.

As the former head of Changli and now the Supreme Elder, the place where Mr. Ye lives can be said to be one of the most blessed places in Changli.However, since Ye Zhao became an adult, he moved out to live with his fellow disciples.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Although Changli lives in the South China Sea, it is far from a paradise.However, the love of parents for their children is far-reaching.When Old Man Ye made this decision, besides wanting Ye Zhao to learn to live independently and make one or two close friends, he also hoped that this beloved son would see the sinister heart.

However, God's will is always high and difficult to ask, and often a small accident is enough to overturn the entire chess game—for example, at this moment, His Royal Highness the Demon King came to the door.

"Azhao," after seeing the ceremony, this Elder Ye didn't say much, and pointed to the white-clothed boy beside him, "The White Tiger Demon King, His Highness Cheng Yuan, wants to sign a master-slave blood contract with you, what do you want?"

Ye Zhao had already felt the familiar fiery gaze, but it was hard to look at it carefully because his father was in front of him.

Baihu... Chengyuan?

He turned his head slightly, looking at the young man standing to one side.The boy was wearing a white plain soft satin gown, with a ochre-colored leather belt tied around his waist, black hair like ink, and a pair of round almond eyes of an all-too-familiar emerald color.

Ye Zhao paused, and asked in confusion, "Master-slave blood contract?"

Old Master Ye nodded, and there was still a sigh of relief in his expression: "His Royal Highness Cheng Yuan is willing to serve you as the Lord, not to disobey orders, and not to leave your left and right sides."

The young man nodded reservedly, then raised his chin quickly, his face was full of "Is it a great honor for you to condescend so much?".

In fact, he originally wanted to form an equal contract, but Mr. Ye, who is mature and mature, will not let go.But in this situation, His Highness the Demon King is not too difficult to accept.

However, Father Ye hadn't finished speaking.

"But only before the contract is terminated. The master-slave blood contract can be canceled unilaterally by paying some price. Azhao, you should think about it clearly."

How come you talk so much, old man!

Cheng Yuan lost his reserved look in an instant, and almost jumped up in anger, that is, he was worried about making a good impression on Ye Zhao, so he tried his best to restrain himself.

Sensing Ye Zhao's eyes on him, Cheng Yuan froze, and then quickly recovered a reserved smile, but the uneasiness in his expression could no longer be concealed.

Ye Zhao looked at him for a while, then turned his gaze back to his father: "You mean..."

"You are not good at martial arts." Old Master Ye's words were still as brief.

But Ye Zhao nodded: "My child understands." - Should I just find a bodyguard?

The wind blade slashed across the wrists, and the blood of the two condensed into a big talisman in the air, and the contract was established.