An accident forces the mortal Zhang Shaozhong to sign a soul contract with his nemeses: the aloof and proud fairy Ling Qingxue and the enchanting and seductive demoness Ye Meier.
With their l...
Zhang Shaozhong was completely at a loss, and desperately clutched his head. There was no way to reason with these two women!
They live in their own world!
Another long, awkward silence ensued.
Attempting to communicate fails, attempting to leave fails, and attempting to take action will only teach you a lesson.
Reality was like a basin of foot bath water mixed with ice and chili water, which was poured hard on the three of them, forcing them to recognize the current situation.
In the end, it was the most pragmatic Night Enchantress who couldn't stand the frustrating stalemate any longer.
Frustrated, she scratched her sweaty hair and yelled in a defiant tone:
"Damn it! What the hell is this contract?! Am I really going to be tied to this hypocritical scoundrel and this useless little thief for the rest of my life?!"
Eating, drinking, relieving oneself, and sleeping all happen within this 100-meter radius?!
Ling Qingxue's body trembled almost imperceptibly, clearly indicating that this prospect filled her with immense despair and resistance.
Zhang Shaozhong's scalp tingled. A lifetime?
How can I be stuck with these two women who are always ready to fight and kill each other?
It would be better to just kill him!
Although I can't kill him now...
But... it seems... there's no other way for the time being except to accept it.
They can't fight back, and they can't escape.
Aside from staring at each other blankly, they seemed unable to do anything.
A bizarre, forced "peace" situation was formed with difficulty and distortion in this atmosphere filled with embarrassment, anger, shame, and despair.
The three fell silent again, but this time, their silence carried a sense of resignation and bewilderment.
what to do?
What should we do next?
Nobody knows.