As a fox, as a fox who never likes to suffer losses and never helps others in vain, Bai Yi, the grandson of Qingqiu, has a good sense of self-consciousness. He slowly found a chair in the hall and sat down, playing with the formation hand
The folding fan inside, raised an eyebrow, "Condition?"
After confessing that he had just left, Van Gogh's face was always gloomy. He lowered his eyes and looked at Bai Yi, "Let me down, I will heal your wounds and ensure that the wounds on your body will be healed within two hours."
Bai Yi leaned on the back of the chair with lazy words: "With the example of His Highness in the Heavenly Realm before, I think it is better to let this injury heal itself."
Van Gogh choked, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "What do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything." Qing Xun was like water in Chengqing's eyes, and Bai Yi slowly curled his lips, "Is it okay for a promise, will my aunt agree?"
Van Gogh narrowed his eyes, "What promise?"
"If you are the Demon Lord for one day, you can't plan for my Qingqiu for one day." Bai Yi smiled slightly, opened the fan in his hand and looked at the landscape paintings on his head, and said carelessly: "What about you? Or don't?
”
Van Gogh did not expect that the one with the lowest seniority in Qingqiu would directly tell him this straight to the point.
He smiled coldly, his eyes as dark jade sinking slightly, "There is no such cheap thing in the world."
"Of course there is no such cheap thing in the world." Bai Yi raised his eyes and looked at him, and continued to look back on the fan. "Grandmad, don't forget, you are the one who is tied up now, and all the cheap things become
Not cheaper.”
The deep eyes became more and more dark as the night was darker, and Van Gogh stared at him, "What do you mean?"
Bai Yi raised his eyes, "You are now hanging by my aunt, which is equivalent to a mortal. Not to mention whether my aunt is willing to let you go, just during this period of hanging, anybody can easily break in... Yes
What do you do.”
"You are hung here one day, and the demon world will be unowned for a day." After folding the fan, Bai Yi's smile became more and more bizarre and difficult to tell, "Do you want to guess why my aunt wants to do it for no reason.
You and I will lock together?"
Van Gogh's face sank a little more.
Bai Yi bent his lips, "Your Majesty the Demon Lord is a smart person, so naturally I know that my lord must have gone to the Demon Realm at this time." After pausing for a while, he continued, "Do you want to guess what she is doing in the Demon Realm? One day in the Demon Realm
Lord, can she, the future demon queen, be able to take charge of political affairs naturally?”
Van Gogh's eyes tightened, and his expression became colder, "What do you want?"
Bai Yi leaned against the back of the chair and stretched his waist, "My aunt has a bad memory, and she said it, just one promise."
"You--" Van Gogh was stunned. The other party seemed to have a smile without any injuries, but in fact every sentence was full of calculating, leading him into the game step by step, forcing him to agree. The hidden tide in his heart was surging, and he stared at Bai Yi.
, "I'll let you go."
"I've said it earlier, this chair is very uncomfortable." Bai Yi then slowly got up from the chair, raised his hand and grabbed it in the void. In the blink of an eye, there was an extra piece of paper in his hand, "There is no basis for speaking, and the contract is established as evidence.
.”
A piece of paper, black and white, obviously had been prepared long ago. Van Gogh's eyes were filled with a slight scent of being suddenly plotted around his chest. He looked at the paper and said, "
Your hands are tied, you put me down and I'll sign for you."
It’s important to be put down first, but then you just turn your back on your face.
Van Gogh thought he was thinking well.
As it turns out, he is too naive.
"It doesn't matter if you can't write, just press a handprint."
The lazy words still lingered in the air. The next moment, Van Gogh felt a slight pain in his fingertips, which had been tied up all night and had lost consciousness.
Raise your eyes and is shocked!
This bastard actually cut my hand and pressed his handprints on the paper!!!
Blood Contract, divine blood as a medium, once a promise is made, it cannot be changed. Van Gogh's eyes suddenly appeared, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the paper in Bai Yi's hand below slowly disappearing in the void.
"The sign of the contract, can I put it down?" Once I get down, you will be the first to clean up.
"Let you go?" Bai Yi showed a look of surprise on his face, "Grandpa, you can't bully me young. I know the words in black and white, but I didn't write them to put you down."
!!!
His Majesty, who has always been a disaster for others, did not expect that he would be humiliated one day.
Young? He was over 30,000 years old and would have been full of children and grandchildren in another place!
Van Gogh took a deep breath, tried to calm his face as much as possible, and smiled extremely politely: "I just said that, I agreed to your promise, and you will let me go."
Bai Yi blinked, his face confused, "Did I say this?"
"you--"
"Grandmad, don't smile at me like this, it looks weird and creepy." Bai Yi walked around in the hall, and suddenly made a sudden look, "I've been injured recently, and my memory is a little bit
Not very good, well… I seem to have said this.”
The sound almost squeezed out from the cracks of the teeth: "Then let it go quickly, I, come down!"
Bai Yifei was on the body and immediately made a move that he was happy to help Van Gogh untie the shackles. The moment his hand touched Chang Ling, he stopped and then shrank back.
Bai Yi smiled shyly, "Grandmad, I'm very dangerous if I let you go."
Van Gogh's eyes became more yin: "What do you want?"
Bai Yi smiled slightly, "You also know that my aunt is a bad temper. What if she knows that I put you on her back and don't she peel off a layer of skin?"
"so what?"
"So, I'll let you down, can you guarantee that my aunt won't settle the score with me?"
Van Gogh gritted his teeth, "She attacks you, I will stop her."
Bai Yi smiled even brighter and reached out to grab it in the air, "I have no basis for speaking, so I will make a contract."
Without his approval, he cut one of his fingers and pressed a mark on the paper.
“…can be released now.”
Bai Yi narrowed his eyes again, "I suddenly remembered, what if my aunt knew that you had made a contract with me, she would not do it herself and she would order you to do it on me?"
"Are you going to finish-"
Halfway through the words, another finger was cut open and another seal was stamped.
"Grandmaster, it's safer to establish a contract these days." Bai Yi took two pieces of paper and finally reached out to untire the white silk. After solving the problem, he stopped again and looked at Van Gogh very seriously, "Grandmaster, you know
How do you solve this thing?”
"If I knew I would be hung up all night?"
"One night?" Bai Yi showed a look of surprise on his face, and he looked at him with sympathy. "It's really hard for you to fall in love with my aunt." After a while, "What should I do if I can't solve it?
?”
"It was scratched with one knife!"
Bai Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll say it earlier."
As he said that, he made two fingers into a sword style and gently stroked the place where he was tied.
His Majesty, who had been hung for one night and one morning, finally landed heavily.