After a long time!
"I promise you that I will sign an equal contract with you!" There was a sense of compromise in Long Qianjue's words.
"Ha!" Shangyue chuckled and remained unmoved.
As far as she knew, there were generally two types of contracts with monsters.
First: An equal contract. Both the contractor and the contractee can benefit from each other's energy, and both are on equal footing. If the contractor dies, the contract is automatically terminated, and the contractee immediately regains his freedom.
Second: Master-servant contract, both the contractor and the contractee can obtain energy from both parties. The only difference is that the contractee is generally forced to submit to the contractor, and once the contractor dies, the contractee will also die.
Generally speaking, contracts in Shangyuan Continent are master-servant contracts.
Since ancient times, those who are not of our race must have different hearts, and no one will easily trust another race.
Long Qianjue was furious. As the dignified Demon King, he had to bow down and make a contract with a loser.
And...this loser, she actually refused to agree!!
Long Qianjue gritted his teeth, his body shaking with extreme anger. The surrounding rocks were affected by the vibrations and began to stir.
Several rocks could not withstand the pressure and rolled down, stirring up a cloud of dust.
He suppressed his restless heart and said angrily, "Could it be that you want a master-servant contract?"
"nature!"
As soon as the words were spoken, rocks rolled down.
The roar echoed in the valley, intertwining with Long Qianjue's roar.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could see through Shangyue's disguised calm appearance and see her inner fear and timidity.
However......
A falling rock brushed past Shangyue's silver hair, but Shangyue remained motionless, calm and composed.
Shangyue's heart is as clear as a mirror.
She clearly understood that the demon dragon, which even the Divine Sect and the four great immortal sects could not completely kill together, would actually lower its proud head and sign a contract with her just because it was now stuck in the mud?
This feeling is even more puzzling than a powerful CEO of a certain company who has to go against his personality and come to her house to be a slave.
Above the valley, the twelve peak masters of the Tianyu Divine Sect were suspended in the air.
They all had different expressions and serious faces.
One of the elderly peak masters stroked his silver beard, looking thoughtful.
"What happened today? The demon dragon is so violent."
The entire Tianyu Divine Sect shook four times in one day, causing all the disciples to become restless and lose their focus on cultivation.
Another peak master frowned and said solemnly, "The demon dragon has caused a lot of trouble over the past few hundred years, but this time it's really too big. I'm afraid there's something fishy going on."
The older Peak Master's expression froze for a moment, then he slowly said, "Is the Sect Master still not out of seclusion?"
Everyone shook their heads.
The elder's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the valley.
"The barrier remains intact, and the demonic dragon cannot escape even with wings. Increase the number of disciples guarding the mountain and tell them to proceed with caution. Report any abnormalities immediately."
The crowd stood in the sky above the valley, ready for battle, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Three days later, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the dragon was no longer acting abnormally.
A hundred years ago, this evil dragon would always stir up trouble every one or two months, making it impossible for people to live in peace.
However, how could this evil dragon easily escape from the formation set up by the previous sect leader himself?
The twelve peak masters looked at each other in tacit understanding and left one after another.
Last month, I took a bite of a plump and tender ling fruit. It was sweet, delicious, tender and juicy.
She wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth and sighed sincerely:
"It's truly a fruit from the world of immortal cultivation. It's completely different from those junk foods in the apocalypse that are overloaded with preservatives."
Long Qianjue said nothing, he coiled his body together to form a shimmering hill.
He closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed, like a steep peak.
Long Qianjue's heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
After repeated struggles, he finally slowly opened his eyes, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
He said with difficulty: "I agree to your request!"
Every word he spoke was filled with tragic meaning.
Long Qianjue then added angrily, "But if you dare to force me to do something against my will, I will tear you into pieces even if I have to turn to ashes!"
"Okay!" Shangyue happily threw away the fruit core and slowly wiped the slightly sticky juice between his fingers.
She said slowly, "However, I had a question last month. Why did you choose to contract with me? Or, what benefits would you gain from doing so?"
Long Qianjue flicked his tail, and the gravel and dust on the tail were easily cleaned up.
He said with contempt, "You are a useless person without any spiritual roots. What benefits do you think I will gain from forming a pact with you?"
Ha! Since there is no benefit, why do you still sign a contract with me?
Shangyue raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him quietly.
That posture seemed to indicate a determination to break the contract without explaining the reason.
There was a long silence.
Impatience finally appeared in Long Qianjue's eyes. He snorted coldly and opened his mouth reluctantly.
"You have pure divine blood, and can help me quickly recover my cultivation and break through the seal!"
Last month I realized that there is no free lunch in the world, and all unreasonable things are actually profitable.
So, the reason why the honorable Lord Demon Dragon bowed his head and made a contract with her was entirely because of her blood?
"Let's get started!" After getting a satisfactory answer, Shangyue walked forward slowly, but still kept a distance of five or six feet from Long Qianjue.
Long Qianjue looked at the wary Shangyue and snorted coldly.
I guess even he himself had never thought that as arrogant as he was, there would come a day when he would actively ask others to make a contract with him, and the other party was not only ungrateful, but also had such a deadpan attitude.
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