Looking at the Great Demon King's ridiculed appearance, Xiao Huo didn't dare to make a sound, and could only secretly pray that Feng Wuxin would dare to make some movement quickly, lest the Great Demon King really throw her to feed the Cerberus.

But the breath of Feng Wu's heart on the ground became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't even open his eyes at all.

A small flame floated under her nose, and she couldn't feel a trace of warmth, and said in horror: "Lord Demon King...... My heart is like a dead ......"

"Dead?"

He leaned down and stretched out his hand to probe her snort, and finally had a different emotion on his calm face.

"It seems to be a useless thing."

The Great Demon King withdrew his hand and was about to wave his sleeves away, when a muffled snort came from under his feet.

"Who do you say......

"My heart?"

Hearing Feng Wuxin's voice, Xiao Huo hurriedly jumped on her cheek and rubbed it affectionately, "It's good that you're not dead." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to die that easily."

Feng Wuxin got up, stood in place and slowed down before recovering from the pain just now.

The Great Demon King looked at her 'back from the dead' and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he said with satisfaction: "It is worthy of being the person that the deity fancies." ”

Small flames: ......

Who just said that we don't like it in my heart? Who is it!

Feng Wuxin raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak, when the Great Demon King deceived him and stabbed his hand with ice thorns, and then dotted the blood beads on her eyebrows.

Feng Wuxin only felt a burst of burning between her eyebrows, as if something had burned her skin, she couldn't help but reach out to touch it, and all she touched was the sticky blood of the Great Demon King.

"Don't touch it, it won't hurt when the blood beads are embedded in your skin."

Feng Wuxin withdrew his hand, and after a while, the blood beads of the Great Demon King melted into her skin, forming the shape of a lotus flower between her eyebrows, which looked like a painted Huadian, but this blood bead could not be washed away or erased.

The Great Demon King looked at the blood beads between her eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "If the blood beads enter the skin, you are the person of the deity." ”

"Is that all?"

Feng Wuxin raised his head, if I remember correctly, in a certain novel I read when I was young, the contract seems to be a very complicated step, how can I get to the Great Demon King, it's so simple?

"Not satisfied? The deity thought you liked it in such a simple way. ”

It was indeed troublesome to conclude a contract with him, but this body was broken, and he had just drunk pure water to wash his tendons and marrow, and his foundation was not yet stable, and it was estimated that he would lose his breath in the middle of the sacrifice, so he could only choose the simplest way.

Feng Wu shook her head knowingly, she didn't want to feel the pain of merging with the little flame again.

"In addition, there is a Chi Xuan in the blood beads between your eyebrows, which can help you rebuild your foundation, but if you go out from here and don't cultivate well, Chi Xuan will swallow you if you can't get energy, so remember to cultivate hard, and you will not survive, but don't die under Chi Xuan's mouth."

Before Feng Wuxin could ask what Chi Xuan was, the Great Demon King grabbed her wrist and slashed her palm with an ice thorn.

Bright red blood flowed down her snow-white arm, ticking and falling into the jade bowl that the Great Demon King had taken out at some point.

Feng Wu's heart was still in a trance, and the Great Demon King let go of her hand and brought the jade bowl to his mouth.

Seeing that the Great Demon King drank his own blood, his silver hair slowly turned black, and his snow-white face also had a hint of ruddy, except for the pair of purple pupils, nothing changed.

Feng Wu was stunned, how could she not know that her own blood still had this effect?

The Great Demon King drank the last drop of blood from the bowl and licked his lips with an aftertaste.

Feng Wuxin looked at his bright thin lips and couldn't help frowning.

He loves blood so much, could he be a vampire of this era?