Yang Qingxi stared at him expressionlessly.
'Considerate my foot.'
Her lips twitched slightly.
'Even if you named them Mob One, Mob Two, Cannon Fodder Three or Disposable Meat Shield Four…'
'They would still cry gratefully.'
At this point, she had completely realised how terrifying Demon Imprint truly was.
This wasn't simply changing loyalty anymore.
It practically rewrote the target entirely.
Once again, Yang Qingxi silently felt relieved that Su Mo was not her enemy.
Honestly, if someone like him stood opposite her, it would become extremely troublesome.
No, troublesome was putting it lightly.
Thinking about his endless, strange abilities, Yang Qingxi genuinely felt a slight headache.
Maybe an instant surrender would be a better option.
Fortunately, that wasn't the case. As they were on the same side.
However, somewhere deep inside her heart, another strange feeling quietly appeared as well.
A subtle unwillingness.
Not hostility or fear towards him.
