"WAHHH, Master, I miss you so much! No one can separate me from Master..."
"Master, Master, I'm so hungry. Let's go massacre a city for fun!"
"Massacre, massacre!"
...
The nine beautiful heads emitted a cacophony of voices, like spiritual pollution. A normal person would go completely insane after just receiving a bit of the information. The level of eeriness suggested that the strength of the Nine-Headed Beauty had also improved.
Chu Yi wrapped an arm around the waist of the lady in the palace dress; her skin was soft and boneless. Nine beautiful heads were entwined upon her slender, jade-like neck, piled together. Yet, perhaps it was due to her acknowledging him as her master, Chu Yi did not find this scene at all creepy, but rather quite intimate. After all, during the crafting of this Treasure, it had been fused with his blood. In terms of blood relations, she was indeed his own daughter.
