Aman slept lifelessly and did not react. Hongzhu put Ah Man on the wooden couch not far from the desk, and took a wool blanket and covered Ah Man.

"Sleep! From now on, you and the Xiao family have no relationship. And you can only be our Zhu family. Hongji touched Aman's head again, looked at it for a while, got up and returned to his desk, bowed his head, and got busy.

Ah Man slept for a day and a night. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. He got up and sat up from the couch. "How did I end up here?"

Ah Man saw the red tree, a little strange. Hongji glanced at Aman, "That's not because of you, you ate something you shouldn't eat." ”

"What does this have to do with eating?" Aman frowned and looked at Hongji.

"You've been sold to me. From now on, you will be my son. Hongzhen stopped the pen in his hand and walked to Ah Man and sat down.

"It can't be! Who would dare to sell me? Ah Man jumped from the wooden couch to the ground in a huff.

"Alas! My shopkeeper is blind and buys you a snack with no spiritual veins and no dantian. Hongji sighed and complained.

"In that case, if you sell me to my father again, won't it be over?" Ah Man narrowed his eyes and observed Hongji's expression.

"But I think I'm alone and lonely, so it's not bad to buy a son to raise!" Hongji stretched his body, smiling in his mouth, and looked at Aman.

"The contract, without my handprint, doesn't count!" Aman looked down at his hands with a smile on his face.

"When you say that, I forget. Come! Press the mudra. As he spoke, Hongji took out the contract book, smiled evilly, and approached Aman.

"Not like that! How can you force a buy and sell? "Aman wants to cry without tears. Now I don't even have the ability to resist at all.

"Good! Just press a mudra! It doesn't hurt too much. Hongzhu picked up Aman's little hand and lightly scratched it with his fingernails, and Aman's index finger pointed to his belly, and a trace of blood flowed out. Hongzhu placed the contract, took Aman's index finger, and pressed the handprint on the contract.

Ah Man's eyes widened as he looked at the words on the contract. "I voluntarily sold myself to the Zhu clan until my body decayed and my soul was destroyed...... If there is a breach of contract, the soul will be extinguished! ”

"I said, I'm just a wasted person who can't cultivate, as for you, are you like that?" Ah Man stared at Hongji, watched her press her handprint on the life and death contract, and asked indifferently. The other party is obviously his aunt, but he doesn't tell himself, and he has to contract this play.

"That's because they don't know the goods, you're just blood, and you haven't awakened yet." Hongji looked at the contract and was happy. I can't help but tell the truth.

"What? Bloodline Awakening? Aman's eyes lit up, and his voice was a little excited. It turns out that he is not a waste, but the reason why the bloodline has not awakened.

"Ugh! You don't think you heard that, okay? "Hongzhu is a little embarrassed, look at Aman.

"Why?" Ah Man's expression calmed down instantly.

"Because in this cultivation realm, you can't activate your own bloodline." Hongji sighed, and picked up Aman a little helplessly.

"Then apart from Ascension, is there any other way to leave this cultivation realm?" Ah Man was depressed and asked in a low voice.

"Yes! There is a cultivator who takes a fancy to you, tears the space, and takes you away. Do you think someone can take a fancy to you? Hongji blinked, looking at Ah Man, with a sad little face.

"Then what if I can't cultivate?" Aman muttered.

"Didn't you find a way out yourself?" Hongzhu used his finger to tap the tip of Aman's nose.

"Ugh!" Ah Man touched his pocket, his face showing embarrassment.