As a fox, as a fox who never likes to suffer losses and never helps others in vain, Qingqiu's grandson Bai Yi has a good sense of his own. He slowly found a chair in the hall and sat down, played with the folding fan in his hand, and raised his eyebrows, "Conditions?"

After Bai Chu left, Van Gogh's face was always gloomy, and he looked down at Bai Yi, "You let me down, I will heal you, and ensure that your injuries heal within two hours." ”

Bai Yi leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, and said lazily: "With the example of His Royal Highness the Heavenly Realm before, I think it is better to let this injury heal on its own." ”

Van Gogh choked, his eyes flickered, "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything. Clear eyes were as clear as water, Bai Yi slowly hooked his lips, "If you want a promise, will your aunt allow it?"

Van Gogh narrowed his eyes, "What promise?"

"If you are a demon venerable for one day, you can't plan to plot against me for one day. Bai Yi smiled slightly, opened the fan in his hand to take a closer look at the landscape painting above, and said solemnly: "What about it?" or not?"

Van Gogh didn't expect that Qingqiu, the one with the lowest rank, would directly talk to him about this.

He smiled coldly, his jade-like eyes sank slightly, "There is nothing so cheap in the world." ”

"Of course, there is no such cheap thing in the world. Bai Yi raised his eyes and glanced at him, and continued to look back on the fan, "Auntie, don't forget, now that you are being tied up, everything that is cheap will not be cheap." ”

The color of his deep eyes became darker and darker, and Van Gogh stared at him, "What do you mean?"

Bai Yi raised his eyes, "You are now being hung by my aunt and grandmother, which is equivalent to a mortal." Not to mention whether my aunt and grandmother are willing to let you go, just during this hanging period, it will be easy for anyone to break in...... What to do to you. ”

"If you are hung here, the demon world will be left without a master. The folding fan was closed, but the smile on Bai Yi's face became more and more treacherous, "Do you want to guess, why did my aunt lock you and me together for no reason?"

Van Gogh's face sank a little more.

Bai Yi curled his lips, "His Majesty the Demon Venerable is a smart person, so he naturally knows that my monarch must have gone to the Demon Realm at this time." After a pause, he continued, "Do you want to guess what she is doing in the Demon Realm? The Demon Realm has no owner for a day, can she, the future Demon Queen, be in charge of government affairs on her behalf?"

Van Gogh's eyes tightened, and the expression in front of him became more and more cold, "What do you want?"

Bai Yi leaned on the back of the chair and stretched, "Grandpa has a bad memory, I said it, as long as there is a promise." ”

"You-" Van Gogh was stunned, the other party seemed to smile innocently, but in fact, every sentence was full of calculations, leading him into the game step by step, forcing him to agree. The dark tide in his heart was faint, and he stared at Bai Yi, "I promise you, let me down." ”

"Earlier, this chair is very uncomfortable. Bai Yi slowly got up from the chair, raised his hand to grab it in the void, blinked, and there was an extra piece of paper in his hand, "There is no evidence for the mouth, and the deed is proof." ”

A piece of paper, written in black and white, was obviously prepared a long time ago. Van Gogh's eyes were cloudy, and a sudden taste of being calculated swirled in his chest, he turned his eyes away from the paper, and said to himself, "Your hands are tied, you let me down, and I will sign it for you." ”

It is important to be put down first, and when the time comes, you will just turn your face and deny it.

Van Gogh thought he was thinking well.

As it turned out, he was too naïve.

"It doesn't matter if you can't write, just press a handprint. ”

The lazy words were still lingering in the air, and the next moment, Van Gogh felt a slight pain in the fingertips of his hand, which had been tied up all night and had lost consciousness.

Raise your eyes, surprised!

This bastard actually cut Lao Tzu's hand and pressed his handprint directly on the paper!!

Blood contract, the blood of the gods is the medium, once a promise is made, it cannot be changed. Van Gogh's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and watched the paper in Bai Yi's hand disappear in the void below.

"The deed is signed, can you let me down?" "Once I come down, you will be the first to clean up.

"Let you down?" Bai Yi showed a look of surprise on his face, "Grandpa, you can't bully me for being young." I know you in black and white, and I didn't say I want to let you down. ”！！！

His Majesty, who has always been a scourge to others, didn't expect that he would also be yin one day.

Young and more than 30,000 years old, if you change somewhere else, you will already have children and grandchildren!

Van Gogh took a deep breath, tried his best to look calm, and smiled very politely: "Just now, you said it, and if you promised you, you will let me go." ”

Bai Yi blinked, his face confused, "I said this?"

"You-"

"Grandpa, don't smile at me like this, it looks weird. Bai Yi walked around the hall as if he was walking, and suddenly made a sudden look, "I've been injured recently, and my memory is a little bad, hmm...... I seem to have said that. ”

The voice almost squeezed out from between the teeth: "Then hurry up, I, down, come!"

Bai Yifei was on his body, and immediately made a gesture of gladly wanting to help Van Gogh untie his shackles, and the moment his hand touched Chang Aya, he paused, and then retracted.

A shy smile appeared at the corner of Bai Yi's mouth, "Grandpa, I'll let you down, I'm very dangerous." ”

Van Gogh's eyes were cloudy again: "What do you want?"

Bai Yi smiled slightly, "You also know that my aunt and grandmother are temperamental, if she knows that I let you go behind her back, won't she peel off my skin alive?"

"So what?"

"So, if I let you down, can you guarantee that my aunt and grandmother won't settle accounts with me?"

Van Gogh gritted his teeth, "If she does something to you, I'll stop her." ”

Bai Yi smiled even brighter, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, "There is no basis for what you say, let's make a deed." ”

Without waiting for him to agree, he cut one of his fingers and pressed a mark on the paper.

“...... I can put it now. ”

Bai Yi squinted his eyes again, "I suddenly remembered, what if my aunt and grandmother knew that you had made a contract with me, and she didn't do it herself, so what would you do if you were asked to do it to me?"

"You're not done—"

In the middle of speaking, another finger was cut open and another seal was stamped.

"Auntie, it's safer to make a deed this year. Bai Yi accepted two pieces of paper, and finally reached out to untie Bai Aya, explained, paused again, and looked at Van Gogh very seriously, "Grandpa, do you know how to solve this thing?"

"If I knew, I would be hung all night?!"

"One night?" Bai Yi showed a surprised look on his face, and gave him a few sympathetic looks, "I fell in love with my aunt and grandmother, you are really hard." After a pause, "What if I can't solve it?"

"A knife cut!"

Bai Yi narrowed his eyes, "I said it earlier." ”

As he spoke, he put his two fingers together in a sword pose and swiped lightly at the place where his hands were bound.

His Majesty the Demon Venerable, who had been hung for a night and a morning, finally fell to the ground heavily.