"Under the contract, heal his wounds until he is healed."

"Under the contract, don't hurt his body, and repay him with gold."

Bai Mao's voice was cold and hoarse, mixed with Chen Qingqiu's voice, and the blood in the air also blended in the voice, and after they stopped, they were divided into two and flew into the palms of the two, turning into a small red mole.

Fingers ran over the red mole in the palm of his hand, and Bai Mao raised his eyebrows. This method of making a contract with the demon clan was unique to them in their time...... Did it really come to this point? There are mysteries everywhere in this human race.

"Hey, Terran, this king is hungry."

The sofa under Bai Mao was the only one that had not been blown by the wind, and he was sitting there lazily, instructing Chen Qingqiu.

Chen Qingqiu rolled his eyes, put the photo frame in place, and said angrily:

"I'm only responsible for treating you."

"What's it in your hand? Your Terran pig brains can also use magic? ”

Bai Mao saw that Chen Qingqiu continued to fiddle with the things in his hand, and with a light movement of his fingers, the photo frame in Chen Qingqiu's hand flew into his hand, the same as the ones he saw in the study, a young man on it.

"Hey! Give it back! Chen Qingqiu has obtained Bai Mao's oath, so he is naturally not afraid that the other party will hurt him, "Your demon clan is a pig's brain, this is called a photo, not a spell!" It's technology! ”

"Technology?"

Bai Mao read it in his mouth a few times, and saw that the Terran was about to get angry, so he threw the photo back to her.

"Didn't you hear? The king is hungry. ”

Chen Qingqiu put away the photo of the old man, and bent down to clean up other sundries on the ground. Bai Mao saw that she ignored herself, her fingers flicked, and the things on the ground rustled, and they all slowly returned to their original positions.

"It's all done."

Chen Qingqiu twitched the corners of his mouth, what did the expression on his face mean? Could it be that I still have to be grateful to him and say thank you?

"You get money for eating, and you get money for living here."

"Cure this king as soon as possible, your money is indispensable."

Bai Mao glanced at Chen Qingqiu coldly, and the demonic power secretly flowed in his body, checking his injuries.

Chen Qingqiu thought about the huge pile of money, opened the refrigerator, and took out the noodles. When she rarely comes here, there is naturally nothing to eat in the refrigerator.

When passing by Bai Mao's sofa, Chen Qingqiu thought about it and turned on the TV.

This monster looks extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be an isolated hillbilly.

"Terran TV, watch more."

Bai Mao took the remote control given by Chen Qingqiu and gave her a look disdainfully. Seeing that the other party walked into the kitchen, he carefully looked at the remote control in his hand, and the voices of the TV and music that were turned on poured out.

He pondered for a while, and then realized that the "magic weapon" in his hand was to control the thing called the TV, and it seemed that all kinds of human races were talking in the TV.

A scent came from the kitchen, and a small black shadow rose from the shadows on the edge of the living room, slowly growing larger and taller, turning into a small ghost. The little ghost jumped to the couch and knelt down, presenting a piece of paper with both hands.

Before Bai Mao took the paper and looked at it carefully, Chen Qingqiu came out of the kitchen with noodles:

"Eat noodles."

"Noodles?"

The paper in Bai Mao's hand disappeared in an instant, and he stood up, his face steaming under the lamp, exuding fragrance.

Chen Qingqiu came out with another bowl, and saw that Bai Mao had already sat down, and he took a pair of chopsticks and ate it deliciously.

"Eat a meal of a hundred......"