"Come here."
Yang Xi waved at Xiao Yan.
Due to the tyrannical might of this young master of the Keith clan, Xiao Yan had no choice but to obediently walk in front of Yang Xi.
"Little fellow, since you've become my subordinate, you should work hard in the future. Maybe when this young master is in a good mood, I can give you back your freedom.”
Hearing Yang Xi's words, Xiao Yan's face did not show any joy. He merely stared coldly at Yang Xi, like a wild wolf that was untamed.
From his childhood, Xiao Yan knew the faces of these Ossaide people. For a slave like him who had awakened his special ability, they would definitely not let him go. They would definitely squeeze every last drop of water out of him.
Perhaps his fate in the future was to become a death warrior of the Keith family and eventually die in an unremarkable assassination.
Yang Xi didn't mind. Now that he was an Ossaidian, it would be strange if this kid would believe a foreign race.
