"You don't have to treat him like this. He is my friend. And you don't treat me like this on weekdays. We are just friends, we have an equal relationship. We are equal." This was the first time Qin Mu signed such a bloody contract. He was frightened by the woman's psychology and quickly explained.

Qin Mu had good intentions, but unexpectedly the other party misunderstood. The beauty knelt down in fear and trepidation, and kowtowed several times. That was really a knock, and it was a bang. In a few seconds, the little face was worn out and bleeding. Qin Mu felt distressed.

The monk was not only heartbroken, he was heartbroken, and the beauty kept kowtowing without stopping. The monk and Qin Mu were both shocked, and none of them even opened their mouths to stop. When they reported it, the beauty's forehead was already covered in blood.

"You... don't kowtow." Qin Mu was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. After finally reacting, he was panicked and even more frightened. He really couldn't figure out what he said. The other party was like this. This was so exaggerated. When did he accidentally say something? What if this guy suddenly commits suicide or abuses himself? In an instant, countless years appeared in Qin Mu's head, one after another, as if he had a movie.

He held the beauty with one hand and Qin Mu put a recovery talisman on the beauty's forehead with the other hand. The effect of this recovery talisman was very good. He quickly healed the wound, which took only a few minutes.

But the beauty with the runes on her face looks a bit strange, and she looks like a zombie.

"Qin Mu... Isn't this how the talisman is posted?" The monk looked at Qin Mu with a confused look on his face.

Qin Mu was more at a loss and looked at the beauty speechlessly, feeling helpless: "What did I say wrong?"

The beauty also looked determined: "Master, don't want slaves, let them die."

As he said that, he was about to continue rushing to the ground.

If Qin Mu didn't stop the force and just hit it directly, then he would definitely be just a person who could just open the pot and say nothing.

Qin Mu tried hard to hold the other party's head and said, "Okay, okay, what do I say I don't want you anymore?"

"You said our relationship is equal," the beauty cried, but at this time there was a talisman on her head, but she couldn't tell how much beauty there was. With a pale face, she looked a little bit like a zombie, which made people feel a little funny. The beauty cried and said, "The slave thought that the relationship between the slave and the master should be the relationship between the master, but the master said that the relationship between the slave and the master was an equal relationship, which means that the master did not like slaves. The master did not like slaves. For slaves, the master was heaven and was indispensable. If there was no master, the slave would die, and the slave would die!"

Qin Mu felt dizzy when he heard this. He repeated this "slave" and "master" several times. How could Qin Mu understand it? The more he listened, the more he became confused, and his face was speechless.

"Okay, okay," Qin Mu waved his hand last, and suddenly he found that the beauty was crazy and had a bit of the scent of the Legend of Zhen Huan. Especially when she kept talking about herself, she had to use the word slave instead, for fear that when this guy would just throw out a sentence "Slaves can't do it." He was stunned for Qin Mulei, and quickly said, "You don't need to take care of so much in the future. You can call me... Xiao Zhu, don't always call me master..."

When Qin Mu said this, the beauty looked sobbing again, which scared Qin Mu quickly changed her words: "Whatever you want, what if you love, just call Xiao Zhu, just like that, get up quickly... I'll tell you to get up, this is an order, don't kneel down if you're fine, this is also an order."

Qin Mu was afraid that the situation he had just happened again, so he gave instructions several times. When he started to give instructions, the beauty still looked unwilling, but when she heard Qin Mu say it was an order, she immediately followed it.

She stood up, but the recovery talisman was still on her face.

Qin Mu looked at it, pulled the talisman down, and threw it aside. Although there was blood on the beauty's face at this time, it looked much better. The blood had stopped, not as scary as before. Qin Mu just looked at the beauty with vermilion hair, so he named Xiao Zhu. In fact, at the beginning, Qin Mu didn't know how to name the other party.

"Xiao Zhu thanked the master for giving Xiao Zhu a name." The beauty, no, Xiao Zhu looked at Qin Mu with gratitude and said quickly.

"Puff..." The monk next to him laughed: "Qin Mu, can you be higher in your level? Such a big beauty actually named Xiaozhu? How come she looks like a pig? Even in terms of species, she should be a bat."

Qin Mu said with a dark line at the end of the head, "It's Zhu! Zhu's Zhu! Zhu's Zhu! You pig! Why don't you think about it?"

The monk was stunned by Qin Mu's words, looked at the beautiful woman's long vermilion hair and shrank her head, "Forget it, call me Xiao Zhu, I think it's really good... really." In order to deepen Qin Mu's impression, the monk specially repeated it.

"Is that right?" Qin Mu pondered, not making a decision.

But the beauty knelt down in fear and said, "Xiao Zhu likes the name given to her by her master, please don't bother me anymore."

Her Mandarin is very strange, but the nature of kneeling down at any time is no different from the slaves in the feudal society of ancient China, which makes Qin Mu extremely troubled.

"You stand up and say something well. Don't kneel casually in the future. This is an order. At most, you should bow again. If you want to kneel again, it is a violation of the order." Qin Mu stared with his eyes and continued, "You must know that there is an old saying in China that says a man... there is gold under his knees. If you kneel down, you will kneel down. It's not worth it."

As soon as Qin Mu said this, the monk and Xiao Zhu were a little confused. Xiao Zhu was Qin Mu's slave, so it was difficult to speak. However, the monk said, "This is obviously a man with gold under his knees. Don't mislead foreign friends, okay?"

"Shut up." Qin Mu said angrily: "As for your name, I'm inappropriate. Since your hair is red, just call it Azhu. If you borrow a character from Jin Yong's writing, you are also a beauty..."

The monk frowned, but it was difficult to argue now. After all, Ah Zhu's name would not remind people of pig things.

"Azhu... likes this name." When the beauty heard this, she said excitedly. Qin Mu also discovered it. No matter what name the woman was given, the other party seemed to be very happy. Is this the benefit of the blood contract?

Qin Mu was drunk when he thought about it carefully.

"By the way, is there this guy in this place?" Qin Mu said, handing over the photo in his arms.
Chapter completed!