"I want to be your master!"
This sentence, when said to a girl, always sounds somewhat ambiguous no matter how you hear it.
She bowed her head, afraid to meet Bai Yan's gaze.
Bai Yan smiled awkwardly, coughed, and explained seriously, "I didn't mean that, you misunderstood, I just want to purely be your master..."
"Uh-huh, I know."
Li Xiaoman nodded gently, leaning her head away from Bai Yan, her gentle voice filled with uncontrollable shyness: "I promise you then."
"..."
Bai Yan was speechless.
Seeing Li Xiaoman's shy demeanor, he knew that his explanation was futile, perhaps it was even better not to explain!
"Snap."
Bai Yan snapped his fingers, and a wisp of black energy appeared out of nowhere, slowly forming a pitch-black demon contract, exuding a mysterious aura, and floating down onto the coffee table inside Li Xiaoman.
Ever since he received the inheritance of the Demon Lord, Bai Yan could use the demon contracts for free, and this feeling was really too cool!
