Chu Hongluan chuckled again and praised her softly.
"Um."
Liu Jinghong responded sullenly.
Seeing Liu Jinghong like this, the Demon Lord was even more furious.
"That's a master-servant contract!"
Yes, a master-servant contract.
Chu Hongluan is a knife.
Weapons can be bound by contracts with people.
only......
"To serve as a swordsman for a demonic blade? I think you're insane!"
Liu Jinghong reversed the contract incantation, willingly serving Chu Hongluan as her master, her body and mind completely at her beck and call.
If one harbors rebellious thoughts, the contract will backfire, causing one to explode and die.
This contract was made during their descent into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave. At that time, the seal of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave was catalyzed, and the Demon Lord's abilities were suppressed in every way. At least until he adapted, he couldn't separate his divine sense to connect with the divine sense imprint within Liu Jinghong's spiritual palace.
This is how they escaped the Demon Lord's prying eyes.
The contract was proposed by Chu Hongluan.
Because she needs to occupy a place in his sea of consciousness and leave a part of her power in him to ensure that his body is not directly taken over by the Demon Lord.
The original plan was to have Liu Jinghong drip her blood directly onto the Calamity Sun to make it recognize her as its master, and then dissolve the Calamity Sun's association with the Demon Lord once the matter was resolved.
"How dare I humiliate my junior sister like this?"
These are Liu Jinghong's original words.
And so it ended up like this.
The knife is the master, and the man is the servant.
Thinking of this, Chu Hongluan felt increasingly displeased with the Demon Lord.
"Alright! What are you yelling about!"
Chu Hongluan interrupted him impatiently.
"How dare you speak to me like that! Eri! You were once my blade!"
"Tch." Chu Hongluan couldn't help but scoff. "Your knife? Call me and see if I'll answer?"
"you!"
"Junior sister."
"Hmm?" Chu Hongluan responded subconsciously, turning her head slightly to look at him.
Liu Jinghong smiled faintly and shook her head at her, a sly glint flashing in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
Chu Hongluan was puzzled: "Are you tired? There's no need to get entangled with him. We should probably head back soon. If it gets any later, Aunt Yun will worry."
"good."
So the two of them turned around, snuggling together.
"Stop! Liu Jinghong! Don't you want to know how your father died?!"
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