Five hundred dark servants fought desperately to trap the already seriously injured Long Xi.
When concluding a contract, if the other party disagrees, they must be beaten to the point of near death, forcing them to sign the contract when their will is at its weakest.
The black young dragon was trapped in the magic circle and was constantly whipped. The golden-red blood flowed out and was collected by them.
After nearly dying twenty times in one night and still refusing to sign the pact, Eric and his dark servants lost their patience.
So, Eric said, "Long Xi, I'm going to ask you one last time, are you willing to be my servant?"
The black dragon remained motionless, but his eyes were fixed on Eric with a look of contempt and disdain.
Eric snorted coldly: "You are very strong. If I keep you, others will covet you. It's better to die."
Buckets of kerosene were poured on the black dragon, and the flames burned its body, but the black dragon never made a single cry, just like the twenty times it was on the verge of death before.
Eric thought, perhaps he would never be able to forget these eyes, arrogant, disdainful, and superior.
There wasn't even any hatred in his eyes, only contempt.
During the thunderstorm, Long Xi was trapped in the formation, his whole body wrapped in kerosene and burned by flames. The raindrops were isolated outside the formation. Not only did the black young dragon not make a sound, but there was not a single tear in the corner of his eyes.
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snap
The waterfall behind the castle suddenly began to boil, and heavy rain suddenly began to fall above the castle.
Chi Sui came down from upstairs in a daze and saw Long Xi sitting on a chair against the light.
There was no expression on his face, and he made no sound at all, not even the sound of breathing.
Under the candlelight, the cinnabar mole at the corner of the Demon King's eye was shockingly red.
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