Other than the Overlord, no one else can sit on Little Nine

"Wind, aren't you coming along?" Ye Qing Luo looked at Wind who was still standing on the second storey, as she opened her mouth to ask.

Wind's expression seemed as though it had turned slightly gloomy as he gave a light and inaudible huff snorting out from his nose, "Other than the Overlord, no one else can sit on Little Nine."

Ye Qing Luo's pupils contracted slightly.

The hand which was placed on Little Nine's back, gently ruffled Little Nine's soft white fur on its back.

Other than Di Mo Xuan, no one else could sit on Little Nine.

But…..

From the moment she met Little Nine, she had been accepted by it.

Was it because of Di Mo Xuan?

Why was there a kind of feeling that she had been booked by Di Mo Xuan right from the start.

Thinking about it made her a little shy…..

Whereas the crowd of spectators had once again been shocked by what Wind had just said.