As Wang Yang's words fell, a dragon's roar suddenly erupted from his body, and a blood-red haired youth appeared before him, kneeling on one knee, and said with utmost respect.
"Blood Centipede greets the young master!"
"Rise!"
Wang Yang waved his hand casually, indicating that Blood Centipede need not be overly formal. Although they signed a soul blood contract, with Wang Yang as the master and Blood Centipede as the servant, in Wang Yang's heart, Blood Centipede was not a servant, but more like a brother!
"Is there any command from the young master?"
Blood Centipede stood up, smiling, and Wang Yang didn't beat around the bush, nodding directly.
"Yes! If it weren't for something important, I wouldn't disturb your memory recovery. But currently in the Ancient Battlefield, the four corners of space guarding Chen Lin still lack one side to be guarded, and this burden can only be entrusted to you!"
