.Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, gave a faint smile.He wanted this effect.Jun Xiaoyao doesn't need subservient slaves who cower. What he needs are people who can truly be loyal and work for him wholehearted...Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.

Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.

Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming.dy.And yet, this physical form of your carefree self is rather outlandish, overpowered to the point of being unnatural.is not something that Jun Xiaoyao could conjure up at all."Indeed, as expected of...