Casually pulling out the exclusive pet collar from the storage bag, he hadn't even opened his mouth when Yan Xuan was almost about to explode with anger.
Master? Spirit Pet?
Give me a break!
Posing as Lang Sheng to gain trust, you with that puny frame want to be my master? Screw your immortal ancestors!
"Poof!"
It tried its best to resist the law's restraints, its neck scales standing upright. The halo around its body grew brighter and smaller until it was choked so hard it spat out a mouthful of blood, releasing that breath it couldn't swallow.
"Screw you... mm mm! Mm!"
Before it could let out a string of curses, Jiang Yuan swiped his right index finger through the air, lifting a row of restrictions on the interface, and Yan Xuan, who was about to curse out loud, was silenced.
"Looks like you still have a lot of rules to learn." He clicked to use the collar and selected Yan Xuan from the pet list.
