Soon, Chen Ying'er took out a curled up ball of flesh from her clothes.

This is a little pig about the size of two palms. It is sleeping soundly in Chen Ying'er's arms, and there seem to be bubbles of snot coming out of its nose.

Xingyuan: “…”

He almost forgot about this. Isn't this the mirror image of Chen Ying'er's natal summoned beast, the pig McDull, in the original plot line?
"What's wrong?"

Xingyuan slightly lowered the heat of the alchemy furnace, pretending that he didn't know what happened to Chen Ying'er, and asked in surprise, "Where did the little pig come from?"

"…ran out from the Gate of Living Beings."

Chen Ying'er didn't seem to know how to explain to Xingyuan. Looking at the little pig that was sleeping soundly and snoring, she put it on the cold stone table with some unhappiness.

It seemed that the stone surface was too cold, or perhaps the pig did not smell the reassuring scent of Chen Ying'er. The sleeping pig suddenly shuddered, shook its head to wake up, and was about to jump into Chen Ying'er's arms.

"Are you annoying? Don't come over here."

Chen Ying'er had been in a very upset mood these days. She had finally mustered up the courage to confess to Xingyuan, but the 'culprit' who caused everything to happen still clung to her, which made her emotional.

"Stay away from me, I don't want to see you again."

When Chen Ying'er saw the piglet's aggrieved look, she became more and more annoyed and swung her hand to slap it away.

Even though Chen Ying'er looks weak, she is still a fifth-level cultivator after all. Her body is nourished by internal and external spiritual power, so her strength cannot be viewed from the perspective of an ordinary girl.

It is no exaggeration to say that her slap, which was filled with strong personal emotions, could really send the piglet weighing only a few pounds flying into the sky.

Xingyuan naturally couldn't just watch Chen Ying'er slap her and her future companions apart, so she reached out and grabbed her wrist to protect the shivering piglet.

"If you have something to say, just talk it over nicely, don't use your hands."

Xingyuan let go of Chen Ying'er's wrist, then held the frightened piglet in his arms, stroking it gently with his hand to soothe its fear.

Chen Ying'er seemed to realize her own loss of composure. She lowered her head, her falling hair covering the expression on her face. "But Xingyuan, you don't even know what happened. That's why I'm so... angry."

"I know."

Chen Ying'er looked up in astonishment and looked at Xingyuan, who was calm and trying to calm Xiaozhu down for her.

When she thought about how she was the Soul Saint who appeared once in a thousand years in the Soul Temple as described by her grandparents, but now she even needed help from others to take care of her own magical beast, her cheeks gradually turned red.

"So you already knew all this?"

Chen Ying'er's eyes were a little vague, as if she remembered that Xingyuan might also have the qualifications to be a summoner, and his affinity would definitely not be low.

"As for the specific process, I certainly have no way of knowing."

Xingyuan stroked the pig's smooth back, and then in the calmest tone, she expressed her troubles over the past few days, "In short, it is now your natal summoned beast, right? I can feel that the spiritual connection between you is deeper than that of the monsters you usually summon."

"……Um."

Chen Ying'er responded in a low voice.

"You seem very dissatisfied with it." Xingyuan said this, of course he knew the origin of this piglet.

But he couldn't explain this to Chen Ying'er. After all, even she, the Soul Saint, didn't know that this seemingly ordinary little pig was actually a rare and exotic beast, let alone him?
"It's more than just dissatisfaction."

Seeing Xingyuan's emotions so stable, Chen Ying'er also became much calmer.

After all, this little pig is her first summoned beast, and it is a foregone conclusion. She has no other choice but to accept it.

"I summoned it these past few days while trying to master the rules of the Gate of Living Beings."

Although Chen Ying'er knew that as a summoner, she should not treat her Warcraft partner like this, especially her own summoned beast.

But when I thought about how I had endured for so long, I originally planned to carefully select a powerful and good-looking monster to be my own summoned beast.

In the end, his place was taken by a little pig that looked like it wasn't even enough for him to eat alone. Who wouldn't be devastated if this happened to them?
"Xingyuan, I regret it so much, do you know that?"

Chen Ying'er looked at the little pig lying in Xingyuan's arms, looking at her with a wronged face, and the expression on her face became even more aggrieved than the pig's.

"If you weren't so cute, why would I bring you back and let you sleep in the same bed with me, letting you take the opportunity to take the position of my natal summoned beast?"

"Alright, alright, there is nothing in this world that cannot be overcome."

Xingyuan had no choice but to comfort Chen Ying'er, "Since the contract has been signed, it is your closest magical companion in the world. This little creature is quite smart. Don't say such things anymore.

And I remember that you summoners can have more than one summoned beast. When you reach level 7, you can have more..."

"The question is how do I get to level seven?"

Chen Ying'er looked at Xingyuan, then at the little pig that was being held by him and rubbing against him, and she felt like tears were about to fall, "Xingyuan, why are you saying that so lightly? I'm not as powerful as you and Cai'er. I'm just looking forward to contracting a powerful monster as my natal summoned beast, so that I can change the current situation where I have to rely on you every time to play a role in the team."

"...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Chen Ying'er cried, and Xiaozhu also cried. One of them lay on the table, and the other lay in Xingyuan's arms, trying to get inside.

The Warcraft's mind is very simple, especially this mirror-image treasure pig which is still in its larval stage.

After feeling that its owner disliked it, it felt very bad.

Xingyuan: “…”

"Xingyuan, you won't abandon me, will you?"

After lying on the table for a while, Chen Ying'er sniffed, rubbed her eyes and asked Xingyuan, "I mean, will you kick me out of your demon hunting team because I'm too weak?"

"Is this the kind of person I am in your mind?"

Xing Yuan replied with a bit of a smile: "Of course I won't do such a thing, what on earth are you thinking about?"

"But in this case, I don't have the face to stay in your team anymore."

Chen Ying'er clutched the corner of her clothes, recalling her previous battles, and slowly said, "I have been dragging you down." (End of this chapter)