"Is it really necessary to be so rough?" Xia Pingzhou felt a phantom pain in his head.
"Weren't you also rough with my duplicate?"
"That was just a demon."
"This is also just a demon." Bloodline flicked her light golden hair dismissively.
She stood with one hand on her hip, the red hem of her dress swaying.
In the next moment, the headless Cloning Demon slowly kneeled on the ground, its body trembling, writhing, and gradually becoming transparent, finally shrinking down to a small paper figure.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, go kill my brothers instead!"
The paper figure curled up on the ground, hugging its knees and shivering. Tears welled up in its dark eye sockets.
"This is its true form." Bloodline crossed her arms, looking down at the paper figure, "So, what are you going to do with it?"
"Form a contract." Xia Pingzhou replied.
