Makoto Kyushu gripped the handle of the knife and mercilessly chiseled the blade into the concrete floor - with a few more, the remaining half of the blade would break.

"Stop! Are you crazy? The broken knife trembled wildly, trying to get out of the palm of Kyushu Cheng's hand:

"I don't know what to do, why don't you trade with me?!"

Several fierce sword qi suddenly burst out from the broken knife, scraping out a few blood marks on Kyushu Cheng's palm and forearm, as if he was making a final dying struggle.

Kyushu Cheng ignored the pain of the wound and continued to slam the blade to the ground.

"Why am I making such a ridiculous deal with you?" Kyushu Cheng scolded and glared at the broken knife, and a deep and crazy killing intent appeared in his eyes:

"Kill all the women? What are you kidding! Because your master is obsessed with women, you will resent all the women in the world? ”

"Women are all demons, they should be killed!" Broken Knife retorts unyieldingly:

"You're a man, why do you want to help the demon girl?!"

"Fart! What men and women? We're all human! Kyushu Cheng's eyes widened angrily, and he scolded sharply:

"Your master is depraved because he is not strong-willed and cannot withstand temptation! Even if he doesn't meet a woman, he may be addicted to gambling, tobacco is his own fault, but you want to take your anger on the women all over the world? Absurd! ”

Under the violent destruction of Kyushu Makoto, the blade has obviously begun to bend and deform.

"You say I'm ridiculous?" The sound of the broken knife gradually dying:

"Could it be that I did something wrong?! I'm right, you're ridiculous! ”

Kyushu Cheng snorted coldly: "Then you can die, you can't stay in prison anyway." ”

"Ding ——!"

The rusty blade collided with the ground again, and the black qi on the broken knife was too dim to be seen clearly, and the consciousness of the Fu God was about to disappear.

"Don't kill me." There was an intermittent sound of begging for mercy from the broken knife.

"But how can a monster like you change?" Kyushu Cheng clenched the hilt of the knife, his eyes hateful:

"Since you are defeated in my hands and you don't listen to persuasion, then die obediently!"

"Please... Don't kill me..."The cyan circle on the handle of the broken knife quickly disappeared. Instead, a bright red circle emerged:

"I want to be the number one samurai in the world, but I don't want to. It's just gone."

"Say whatever you want, in the next life." Makoto Kyushu does not intend to show mercy.

"Wait a minute!" Qinggong Eliza stepped forward quickly and grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Makoto Kyushu frowned puzzled.

"Didn't you see the color of the circle change?" Eliza raised an eyebrow and reminded:

"It's a contract of domination, and it's willing to be your slave."

"Huh?" Makoto Kyushu stopped his movements and looked at the broken knife in his hand.

"Don't kill me. I will obey your commands." The broken knife made a sound begging for mercy through a slight vibration, as if obsession:

"I don't want to die yet, I want to be the famous sword of the samurai who shocked the world"

"Heh~" Kyushu Makoto showed a disdainful look:

"So far, you are begging for mercy, it seems that you are just a reluctant and selfish guy, I thought you could have a bit of a samurai temperament."

Makoto Kyushu turned his face to look at Eliza: "Do you think I should agree to the contract?" After signing the contract, will it find a way to turn back? ”

"Nope! Absolutely not! The broken knife trembled excitedly: "Don't you understand the meaning? I have volunteered to be your slave! ”

"It is right that if it is a domination contract, the master can give an order to the slave party unconditionally, and the slave will be revolted if he violates the order." Qinggong Eliza nodded and said:

"And if the master dies, the slave dies with him, but not the other way around."

"In other words, the contract of domination is absolutely beneficial to the owner?" Makoto Kyushu reconfirmed.

"If it were me, I would directly contract with this Fu Fu God, and if it was troublesome in the future, I would order it to die." Qing Gong Eliza deliberately said in a very plain tone:

"It's rare for a spirit species to take the initiative to sign a domination contract, and I'm a little upset that you can run into it on your first mission."

Kyushu Makoto stared at the small red circle that flashed on the hilt of his sword, and after thinking for a moment, he put his palm up.

The moment the red circle touched the palm of his hand, Kyushu Makoto's brain also trembled lightly at the same time.

He lowered his head again to look at the broken knife in his hand, and suddenly had a feeling of "this knife is part of my body".

Out of curiosity, Makoto Kyushu spoke: "Give me a circle in the air?" ”

The broken knife suddenly came out of his hand, jumped in a circle, and then fell back into his hand.

"You don't have to say it, just give the order in your heart." Kiyomiya Eliza lifted her chin lightly.

Makoto Kyushu tried to give a few orders in his heart that were not excessive, and the broken knife was strictly enforced.

"At the request of the lord, I will no longer hunt the demon girl." The broken sword vibrated slightly, and his tone became humble: "From today on, I am the sword of the lord, and I only hope that the lord will one day be famous and shake the world." ”

For this monster's attitude has changed dramatically, Kyushu Makoto is also used to it - many Wano people are bullying the weak and fearing the hard, respecting the strong and bullying the weak, and fists may be easier to convince them than reason.

"But you're just a broken knife, what can you do?" Kyushu asked puzzled.

"It's ugly to the lord." The broken knife vibrated slightly, and a thick black aura gradually emanated from the blade.

A moment later, the blade of the broken knife was covered in a pure black unidentified substance. The black substance quickly condensed, forming a complete pitch-black blade.

Makoto Kyushu tried to swing his knife and slash at the bushes next to him, but the black blade slashed through the leaves and branches without hindrance, splitting them all in half, and there was still a trace of corrosion left in the neat incision.

At the same time, he could also feel the familiar energy emitted from the blade swing, causing the surrounding air to twist and tremble—it must have been spiritual power.

"It's sharp, it's a good knife." Makoto Kyushu commented: "What else do you have the ability to? Can you take on a human form like before? ”

"I'm so sorry, I can't." Broken Knife vibrated in frustration: "My human form has been destroyed by the lord, and now I can only maintain my original form. ”

"Forget it, I can use you as a weapon." Kyushu Makoto was not depressed, and asked again:

"What shall I call you?"

"I don't have a name." The broken knife whispered: "Please give the lord a name." ”

"Then use your original master's name." Kyushu Makoto didn't plan to dwell on this issue: "Just call you "Yuan Yiyong". ”

"Listen to me."

"You belong to me now, but never forget the sins you have slain." Kyushu Cheng said solemnly:

"From now on, the purpose of your existence is to help me defeat the yokai that harm humans and protect people's safety. You will never pay for this sin in your life. ”

"What the Lord preached, I should keep it in mind."

Half an hour later, the Public Security Demon Hunting Department sent people to cordon off the scene, and docked with the two soul slayers to arrange the aftermath.

After learning that the culprit of the case, [Hunting Knife], had signed a domination contract with Makoto Kyushu, the Demon Hunting Department didn't say much, but asked him to go to Yinyangliao tomorrow to register his "demon".

"That's all for today, it's time to go home." Qinggong Eliza looked at the time on her phone, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.

"I'm so busy every day, and I have to go to school tomorrow, don't I need to sleep in my career as a spirit master?" Makoto Kyushu yawned, remembering the mess of falling asleep in class today.

"Isn't it someone who wastes their time selling trucks for a "90% or even 10% chance of winning"?" Qinggong Eliza raised her arm and stretched:

"But for the sake of the success of the plan, I don't care~"

She got into her sports car, and before leaving, she said again: "Tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon, we will meet in Yinyangliao and close the commission." ”

"No problem." Makoto Kyushu also stepped on his own big truck.

Two lights pierced the road in the middle of the night, and the two cars left the scene of the crime one after the other.

(End of chapter)