1115: Retaliation

Retaliation

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At this, the phoenix egg was even more miffed, and as he bounced up again, he wished for nothing more than to clobber her awake. "I am a thousand times, a million times more powerful than this stinking cyan bird. Why do you want him and not me? You fool! You simply do not know who I am, right?"

"Hurry up and say it!"

"M-Masta can't speak."

Why didn't you say that earlier! The phoenix egg's wrath had reached the breaking point. Subsequently, he extended its powerful divine conscious straight towards Qiao Mu's conscious pool.

After this glimpse, he roared with even greater fury, "You d*mn woman, you actually already have a contract with another mystic beast? Don't you know you humans can only form a contract with one mystic beast in your lifetime? Yet you actually so casually formed a contract with a weakling mystic beast! With your talent, you clearly could have had a better choice."

The phoenix egg communicated this spiel inside her conscious pool by means of her mental energy, so Qiao Mu was able to "hear" it, but she subconsciously disliked this fellow's tone of voice very much.

Although her memories had been temporarily blocked, she was very protective at heart. Even if she had formed a contract with a weakling mystic beast, she didn't need this d*mn phoenix egg to criticize her so peskily.

"Woman! Do be grateful to me! Right now, let me help you undo your previous mystic beast contract." The phoenix egg declared with immeasurable self-satisfaction.

Yet it didn't expect that Qiao Mu would be unwilling. With a jolt of her mental energy, she immediately communicated, "You're not allowed to undo it!"

Although she didn't know what the heck this phoenix egg wanted to do, she subconsciously felt that he was up to no good.

"Why!!" The bloodfire phoenix egg was truly livid.

He had never seen such a person who didn't grasp such a good chance when a phoenix egg dropped down from the sky and presented itself to her on a platter.

She would rather keep her contract with the weakling than want him, the bloodfire deity?

This made him utterly outraged.

"Give me a reason!" The bloodfire phoenix egg's voice was no longer soft and adorable. Instead, it was suffused with a heavy, intangible, and oppressive force so as to pressurize Qiao Mu.

"Don't want you!" Qiao Mu communicated irritatedly with her mental energy, and she took the soundly sleeping little white squirrel out from her bosom, stroking its soft fur.

The bloodfire phoenix egg was so infuriated that he was practically about to burn himself into ashes.

He suddenly sniggered. "Unfortunately, you can't reject."

This d*mned human wanted to reject him? The reason he wanted to form a contract with her was because he appreciated her talent!

Yet this d*mned hateful human didn't accept his favor gratefully and wanted to reject him instead!

An intense fire flared up from the phoenix egg's body. That was the literal flames of his anger…

Without warranting rejection, an extremely imperious and tyrannical force seeped into the depths of Qiao Mu's conscious pool and rushed for that mental contract.

No sooner said than done, in the depths of Qiao Mu's conscious pool, the twelve jade slips that had rolled into a bundle abruptly unfurled into a wall. The Golden Talisman Jade Tome launched its self-protective consciousness and warded off the phoenix egg's mental energy.

Simultaneously, an incensed consciousness charged out from Qiao Mu's conscious pool and collided toward the phoenix egg's mental contract.

Qiao Mu only felt as if raging waves were overturning in her conscious pool as the two attacks collided fiercely. Her pupils contracted, and she spurted out blood in the next second because of the incessant pain in her conscious pool.

The green vine inside her sleeve shot out as an instinctual response, attacking that phoenix egg that assailed her conscious pool.

The bloodfire phoenix egg was dumbstruck!

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