Contract

Gu Zhian looked at Can'er seriously and realized that he was not joking, so he asked: "Can't you get out without making a contract?"

Can'er nodded, "Well, I can't get out without forming a contract."

"Have you thought about it?" Gu Zhian asked.

Can'er nodded, "Think about it, I just left to say goodbye to some friends. I may never come back again." Of course, it's not just to say goodbye, but also to get his private collection. You can't take advantage of those old boys.

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His friends all advised him not to believe the monk's lies. Once he formed a contract, he would be controlled forever and would no longer be a free and happy spirit.

But Chan'er wanted to believe in this mother he had just called a few days ago. He felt that she was different from others.

Gu Zhian did not hesitate and nodded immediately, "Okay, I will make a contract with you and take you out. I will break the contract with you when it is safe outside."

Chan'er nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand, and golden and intricate golden runes floated out from his palm, floating in the air to form a contract talisman.

"Put your blood into the talisman!" Chan'er said.

Gu Zhian did as he was told.

The blood blended into the deed, and the deed turned into two rays of light that entered the eyebrows of Gu Zhian and Can'er respectively.

In an instant, Gu Zhian had a telepathic connection with Can'er, and also knew that the contract between them was a master-servant contract, with her as the master and Can'er as the servant.

Gu Zhian wondered: "Why not form an equal contract?"

Can'er shrugged, "The equality contract cannot bring me out of the secret realm, only the master-servant contract can."

Gu Zhian suddenly realized and nodded, "It's okay. We will unify the contract when we get out of the secret realm."

"Hmm!" Chan'er laughed, her cute little appearance made people feel affectionate, and she couldn't help but want to pinch her.

"It's almost time. Put away all the star grass quickly. We are leaving the secret realm." Can'er looked into the distance and suddenly said to everyone.

As soon as everyone gathered the star grass, a strange gust of wind blew.

Charmer turned into a golden light and penetrated into the center of Gu Zhian's eyebrows, while the rest of the people formed a circle holding hands as they had come.

This time they were not teleported outside Beixuan Mountain, but directly teleported out of the secret realm.

At this time, there are many people outside the secret realm. In addition to the monks who are constantly being teleported out, there are also monks from various sects and sects stationed here waiting to pick up fellow disciples, as well as merchants who come to do business to collect medicinal herbs and materials, and people who come to watch the fun.

It is not an exaggeration to describe casual cultivators as huge crowds of people.

Gu Zhian and his party were not eye-catching among the monks, and they did not want to draw attention to themselves. As soon as they landed, they sneaked to the outside and just wanted to leave the place of right and wrong as quickly as possible.

However, someone has been watching them for a long time, and they are not willing to let them go like this.

"Elders, it's them!"

A male cultivator pointed angrily at a group of seven people walking toward the outside in the distance, including two little girls.

The old man in gray robes glanced over. After seeing those people, he became even more unhappy and glared at his disciples displeasedly. The dignified disciples of the inner sect of Ziyue Sect were unexpectedly killed by a few casual cultivators.

If it spreads about the casual cultivators whose cultivation is not as good as theirs, it will be a huge joke.

However, now is not the time to talk about this. The people who killed their Ziyue Sect are just a few casual cultivators, so naturally they cannot be let go.

The most important thing is that all these casual cultivators must come out of the Five Spirits Secret Realm alive, and they will definitely gain something. It is natural for him to avenge his disciples and get some compensation.

The gray-robed old man snorted loudly and suddenly flew up, rushing towards the casual cultivators.

If there weren't too many people here, and he was afraid that he would accidentally injure other sect disciples, he would have just used the pressure of the Golden Core Realm to crush them over, so there was no need for him to step forward in person.

Just a few ants!
Chapter completed!