Why should I?!
Why is my life always so miserable!
I've encountered all sorts of bad things.
I refuse to accept this!
The Historian of Time looked at Zuan who had come to his side and couldn't help but exclaim, "Your good fortune with women is truly enviable. I have seen many powerful people, and they do have all kinds of beautiful women around them, but very few can have true love like you, and they can get along harmoniously with each other."
These words made Pei Mianman and the other women blush deeply, and they quickly withdrew their hands.
Zuan coughed lightly, clearly not in the mood to discuss this with him: "You guys rest here in the Demon Realm for one night. I need to do some preparations. We'll set off tomorrow."
The historian hesitated for a moment: "I remember that activating the Treasure Box of Creation requires a blood sacrifice."
As he spoke, he looked at Pei Mianman and the other women, who were the sacrifices.
Zuan said calmly, "I already know the principle of that formation. It only requires the blood essence of some pure bloodline of the demon race to replace it. There is no need for living people to sacrifice blood."
The historian bowed and said, "The Regent is so proficient in formations; it is truly admirable."
He then handed over the Treasure Box of Creation, saying, "Return it to its rightful owner."
From a distance, Salami's eyes were practically spitting fire. Was this guy blind? I was clearly the original owner of this body!
Zuan was somewhat surprised. He put the Treasure Box of Creation back and, after confirming that everything was correct, asked doubtfully, "Aren't you afraid that I'll go back on my word and not take you to that world?"
The historian smiled slightly: "I believe you are not the kind of person who goes back on his word. Moreover, I have just received your personal promise and we have established a contract, so I am not afraid that you will go back on your word."
"A contract?" Zaun was somewhat wary. Could it be some kind of sinister ability of the Historian of Time?
"Your Excellency need not be nervous. It's just that we, the Historians of Time, are quite special. You cannot understand us as an objectively existing human or living entity. We exist by attaching ourselves to powerful beings with abundant fortune. As long as there are powerful beings with abundant fortune, we can exist," the Historian of Time smiled. "Our previous contact with you, coupled with your promise, has established a sufficient bond. So even if you go back on your word and go to that world alone, I can still follow you."
Zuan's pupils constricted: "So that means you'll be by my side all the time from now on?"
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