Chapter Ninety-Five: Comfort and Contract

"Parallel worlds ... You can encounter this kind of thing in TV movies.,I feel like you've been subverted since you became a demon.,My outlook on life has been constantly being subverted.。。。 You're going to die! ”

Before Chen Xiaopian finished speaking, he was sneak attacked by Hu Feng and pinched the tightly wrapped buttocks of his professional clothes.

"No matter how subversive you are, you still can't accept that I want this for both of you. Hu Feng replied in a low voice with a grin.

"Dangdangdang~~ I'm good at the big meal, you can be content, even my family hasn't eaten it a few times. ”

Hu Mingjing walked out of the kitchen briskly and put the plate on the table.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a big meal... Is it okay to have a face? and... Since you can cook on a horse, what kind of takeout do you eat?"

After ending the whispering with Chen Xiaopian, the latter glared at Hu Feng and walked quickly to the kitchen.

"I'm too lazy to do it! I'm in a good mood today, and I'm going to be merciful enough to make you a meal, hehe. ”

"Come on, eight out of ten dishes are made by Xiaopian, and she is embarrassed to boast. ”

After that, Hu Feng turned his head to look at the female ghost Yingli sitting at the desk on the other side, this Internet addict girl who is addicted to TV series and can't extricate herself has been sitting there holding the computer as long as she has nothing to do recently.

"Don't look at it! Anyway, if you can't cook when you're alive, can you go to the kitchen and help!"

Yingli turned her head ninety degrees to look at Hu Feng, and then froze for a while, as if she was thinking about something.

After a few moments, the female ghost made a sound and disappeared from her chair.

The next second, there was a clanging sound in the kitchen.

"Yingli, what are you doing in the kitchen, you can also cook?" Chen Xiaopian said in a voice of extreme surprise.

"Wow, I want to watch Yingli cook too!" Hu Mingjing, who heard the voice, immediately abandoned Hu Feng and ran into the kitchen quickly.

Hu Feng shook his head helplessly, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, listening to the noisy pots and pans in the kitchen and the laughter and chatter of women, which made Hu Feng feel comfortable and calm.

Those dark and evil existences, the cruel society outside, and the hopeless destruction of the last days, at this moment, seem to have nothing to do with themselves, and they don't bother to think about it.

To be content, you have already gotten too much, and you have got everything that ordinary people dream of, as long as you can slowly let the two women accept and get used to everything now, it will be perfect, isn't it.

So what else do you crave?

Start a company and become the richest man in the world? Divide the territory, find a small island, be the emperor of the soil, establish your own country, be a star, be a superhero, win glory for the country, conquer the world?

Bullshit!

The legendary stories of the protagonists in the online novels I have read are just stories, just Le Yile, and I don't have the slightest interest in actual combat.

How big a mouth to eat, how much to eat, whether he is the protagonist or not, I don't know, my current strength may be very strong.

So do you have to do something very "protagonist"?

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?

Holding his wife's hot kang head, the two-pot head of small roasted sauerkraut, beautiful.

While thinking about it, Hu Feng began to think about the broken things in the resentful corridor downstairs again.

Flesh and blood, a female ghost, took a lot of effort to catch it and then convinced.

This thing crawls so fast that it's like a small plane close to the ground, rubbing its hands and feet together, and the chains of evil energy that she wants to bind her keep falling short.

Flesh and blood Sadako is not without temper, after the initial panic, she found that the big sister of the Doomsday Singer did not attack her, so she began to fight back against Hu Feng.

I can't beat the big sister floating above, and I can't beat you, the little brother on the ground, what's the place?

Look at the old lady who won't rip off your dog's head today!

Sou!

Hu Feng felt a bleeding cut on the left side of his face by the sharp nails and claws of Flesh Sadako.

Stunned, the evil energy in his body instantly began to boil, the evil flame burned in the heart, and an extremely tyrannical emotion spread out.

Demon tyranny, which is a powerful buff with side effects brought by evil energy.

Exhausted and hot, he desperately wants to pull his enemies over and torture them, or the brutality will soon turn into a desire to destroy the things around them.

Hu Feng roared angrily, but he didn't dodge, and rushed forward to face the flesh and blood.

The claws of evil energy collided violently with the flesh and blood claws of the female ghost, and the female ghost suddenly let out a miserable scream.

His claws felt as if they had hit a steel plate, breaking bones directly, and the ensuing evil flames made his claws feel like hellish burning torture.

Lao Tzu can't beat the big sister floating in the sky, and he can't beat you, the young lady on the ground, what's the place?

Grabbing one of Flesh Sadako's arms, before she could use the remaining three arms to fight back, the chains formed by the condensation of seven or eight evil energies firmly bound her.

"It's dishonest to let you step on a horse! You still want to kill Lao Tzu? Do you think that in your last days? Lao Tzu is not tortured today, you call your father, Lao Tzu is not surnamed Hu!"

And then the flesh and blood Sadako will be miserable.

This female ghost is not suitable for brute force to fight head-on with the enemy, and she doesn't know any evil spells, and her defense ability in this area is very low.

The demon dragged himself to the ground, rode on top of him and began to pound, each punch carrying a soul-scorching flame.

The excruciating pain of both body and soul caused Flesh and Blood to let out a terrible scream.

Without the box monster butcher in front of him to fight melee combat for himself, there is no way to face this demon now.

"Accept it or not! Listen to it! Cool or not! Call Dad! If you don't call me, I'll continue to move!"

I don't know why, Hu Feng's angry scolding and threats always sound like something weird.

In the end, the flesh and blood Sadako still obeyed.,Although I didn't call my father.,But it's almost.。。。

A soul contract was born under beating and coercion, and signing the contract is a specialty of the demons.

Party A Hu Feng promises to provide Party B's flesh and blood sadako with vitality or soul essence in normal times to strengthen Party B's strength, and promises to provide Party B with a comfortable accommodation environment.

Party B's flesh and blood Sadako promises (knife holder on the neck) will serve Party A's Hu Feng for 99 years, and if both Party A and Party B have no opinion after the expiration of the term, it will be automatically renewed, and Party A's opinion shall prevail.

Appendix 1: During the service period, Party B shall not disobey Party A's orders under any circumstances other than in the event of a danger to life.

Appendix 2: Party B shall not act without the permission of Party A.

Appendix 3: In the absence of an express waiver of the ownership of Party B's soul, Party B shall not engage in any act that defies Party A, including but not limited to the requirements and restrictions mentioned above.

As a result, an unequal soul contract that lost power and humiliated the country was reached.

As for what it means, "In the absence of Party A's express waiver of Party B's ownership of Party B's soul, Party B shall not do anything that violates Party A, including but not limited to the above-mentioned requirements and restrictions of Party B." The brain capacity of the flesh and blood does not understand what it means at all.

Seeing that the contract was established, Hu Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Now, in some ways, Flesh and Blood are his own personal possessions.

Demons, I'm really not afraid of anyone when I play contract contracts.

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