When Smith opened his eyes, initially there was a moment of confusion and emptiness, but as waves of memories flooded his mind like a tide, he finally remembered his identity!
Looking at Ye Feng in front of him, Smith's throat moved, and a hoarse voice came out:
"Mas... Master..."
At this moment, although Smith's memories were identical to before, the slave mark had already completely imprisoned his thoughts!
In his eyes, he was still himself, but Ye Feng had completely become his master, as if it was an instinctual mental bond that he could not resist!
Ye Feng's face bore a trace of peculiarity as he carefully observed and questioned Smith, and then a hint of satisfaction appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Not bad! Memory is completely preserved, not a bit of fighting experience lost, but this identity of mine as his master is already deeply rooted in his mind!"
