Wang Xiaoya heard them calling 'sister, sister' non-stop, and her motherly love overflowed, grabbing Long Fei's hand to plead for them again.
Women are tender-hearted and don't know how formidable these creatures can be.
Long Fei felt no sympathy for them, he cut his finger, releasing five drops of fresh blood, which splashed onto their foreheads one by one.
He instructed the five little beings, "If you want to live, accept my Bloodline Brand. Otherwise, there is only the road to death."
The five little creatures looked at each other wide-eyed, not expecting a Human Race person to be so cunning, wanting to enslave them.
They retorted in unison, "We refuse!"
"Keep dreaming!"
"No way!"
"Even in death, we refuse!"
"..."
"Is that so?"
Long Fei grinned viciously and squeezed his hand.
The handprint tightened and imposed a restriction on them.
Their bodies felt as if they were crushed by a giant mountain, and they cried out, "Don't kill us, we agree!"
