blood contract

The single lady slapped her thigh and said, "Smart!"

"What if not? Then I might explode and die." Lingling interjected and asked.

Wen Renfu shook his head, "With my godfather here, I won't let you do this."

Seeing Lingling's confused face, Mrs. Shan explained: "We are here. If anything goes wrong, Brother Wenren will take that drop of blood out of your body."

"...What will happen to me next?" It's easy to say. Lingling knows that everything has a price. This is an eternal truth.

"That's unknown! After all, you are the first successful blood slave." Shan Niang covered her mouth and answered with a smile.

Lingling: "..."

Guinea pig, I am a guinea pig! So angry!

When I get angry, the food doesn’t taste good anymore!

"Don't worry, Nannan. My godfather won't let you take such a risk. Just be hungry. It's not like I've never been hungry before!" Wen Renfu waved his hand, picked up the chopsticks and put the vegetables into Lingling's bowl, "Eat, then Eat, don’t stop.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Shan scolded the old monster in her heart for ruining his good deeds, and said with displeasure on her face: "Your skill has never returned to its peak. Do you want to leave everything to me?"

"You do your thing, and I do my thing. Our affairs are not involved."

Hearing this, Lingling chuckled and said, "What did you two do together? I wonder who is going to be in bad luck! Can I ask what it is?"

Madam Shan shook her head, "Children should stop asking adults about things."

Wenren Fu Ze waved his sleeves and said seriously: "This is my godfather's secret. I can't tell you, so don't ask."

"Oh, I got it!" Lingling responded and stopped asking.

The reason why Lingling recognized Wen Renfu as his godfather was that, although Wen Renfu had an eccentric, wild and murderous personality, he really treated her as his own daughter; and the second reason was that he never asked for orders or other means. Force yourself to do things you don’t like; the third is to never lie to yourself. If you can speak, tell it. If you can’t speak, say it. If you can’t speak, don’t ask.

So her relationship with Wen Renfu was simple and straightforward. Wenren gave her complete freedom and respect, and she respected him as well.

"Nanny, what kind of treasure can allow you to take those two bastards as your disciples? Show your godfather what they are!" Wen Renfu asked, changing the subject.

He still had some grudges with Tianzong Pavilion, but he didn't want Lingling to know about them.

Speaking of this matter, Lingling became depressed and told the story while eating, "This is what happened... Then I said casually, it's not like I said I would become a disciple, so people were willing to accept me. As a result, the two of them thought I agreed without even thinking about it... The words I spoke were like spilled water, you can't take them back..."

Wen Renfu's face sank: "Don't be calm. They are just waiting for you to open your mouth."

The single lady curled her lips: "You are so inexperienced in the world! Then what kind of treasure will you make?"

Lingling turned over his hand and took out a big sword.

As soon as the sword came out, Wen Renfu Dan's eyes sparkled and she blurted out, "What a sword!"

Then, I held the big sword in my hand, and after I got started, I couldn't put it down.

Wenren Fu Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Those two bastards have good eyesight." What he meant was that he was interested in Lingling's talent.

Although he didn't like Lingling becoming a member of Tianzong Pavilion, it was a good thing to protect her with a so-called decent identity.

As the saying goes, every advantage must have disadvantages!

But Mrs. Shan was more concerned about giving gifts to teachers, "Then what did you give me?"

"Hey! A octagonal squid tooth thorn and two giant southern plum bee spiritual grass. It hurts my heart to death!" Lingling covered her chest, looking like her heart ached.

"What?" Wen Renfu and the lady stood up suddenly in unison.

"Shan Xuan, steal the guy and wipe out the whole family."

"Okay. I will let them spit out the things."

After that, he wanted to go out and cause trouble.

"...You two stop," Lingling called to the two of them.

It was time to lose money again. She was about to cry but had no tears. She took out the last remaining octopus tooth thorn, covered her face and said: "Here, here it is for you."

The family is happy and everything is prosperous! Money is an external possession!

When Lingling left, he was wilted. There was no comfort, and I lost money. Fortunately, I got my beloved dried fish.

"Miss Ling, long time no see!" A man with a handsome face and elegant temperament appeared in front of her and called her.

"You are Mr. Xiao!" Lingling recognized this person, lifted up her hat and veil and said, "It's been a long time! How is Xiao Yue?"

The person who came was Xiao Yue’s second brother, Xiao Yisong.

At this time, the arrogance in his brows was gone.

"My little sister is very good. She is now a core member of the family. All she does is practice all day long..." Xiao Yisong paused, bowed and said, "Thank you for your help! I was so rude before, please forgive me, Miss Ling." Don’t take it personally!”

Seeing this, Lingling hurriedly returned the greeting, "Master Xiao, these words are serious." Looking at him wearing the attire of a disciple of the Tianzong Pavilion sect, he asked: "What are you..."

Xiao Yisong looked at his clothes and smiled slightly, "I am now a disciple of Zhu Rongfeng in Tianzong Pavilion."

"Oh! Mr. Xiao was very keen on forging weapons before, and now he has got his wish."

Xiao Yisong nodded, "Yes! Only when I came here did I realize how ignorant I am..."

The two of them were talking and walking, and while they were chatting, something shot towards them.

Lingling raised his hand to block it and flicked the object away.

"Who? Dare to act recklessly in Jingzong City?" Xiao Yisong shouted loudly.

A child of about seven years old, dressed in brocade clothes, appeared a hundred meters away. He was not the arrogant child Lingling met when he first entered this place, but he was the nephew of King Anjing, Leng Chan.

He pointed at Lingling and said arrogantly: "Whoever shoots this man to death, I will reward you with a hundred spiritual crystals."

When the dozen or so guards around the child heard this, their eyes flashed with joy. They all set up their bows and arrows and drew the strings to their full length.

"You..." Xiao Yisong was about to shout angrily to stop him, but was stopped by Lingling, saying: "This matter is coming at me, Mr. Xiao, please step back first."

"But he is..."

"Most of the bad habits of naughty children are caused by their parents' pampering. Since their parents don't care, let Ling, a 'parenting expert', take care of it!"

What...what, a nursery! Xiao Yisong was confused.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The arrow hit the protective shield and fell, and the guard fired another round of arrows in panic.

Whoosh whoosh!

The shocked passers-by on both sides of the road screamed and hurriedly ran away.

Lingling dodged and grabbed the child. Suddenly, a figure appeared from the darkness and attacked Lingling's head.

"Hmph!" Lingling dismissed it, raised his left arm and turned his wrist to catch the person's wrist. With the other hand, he grabbed his right ankle and lifted it up like a chicken. Then he flicked his wrist, ' With a bang, the man fell heavily to the ground, making a big hole in the ground.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone and her scornful gaze, Lingling took Leng Chan away as easily as he hooked an object with his fingers.

You can imagine how angry the Leng family was about what happened next. They vowed to cut the person into pieces. After that, after learning Lingling's identity, the Leng family fell into a panic again.

The direct disciple of the headmaster of Tianzong Pavilion and the number one among the elites, how could they be someone they could afford to offend.

... ...

In the mountains, the grass is green, the breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers overflows. Lingling put his hands behind his head, lying leisurely on the branch, looking at the naughty child hanging upside down next to the waterfall.

He cursed at first, then began to beg for mercy, and then just cried for father and mother, and finally became silent.

Lingling doesn't know how to coax children, but she is good at grooming them.

Snapped!

A pebble was thrown over and hit Leng Chan lightly on the head, "It's no use pretending to be dead? Even if you are about to die, I can still save you, so your little tricks are of no use to me."

"..." Leng Chan opened his eyes and said with a fierce expression: "What do you want to do to let me go? Do you want money? Or an official position?"

Lingling laughed and said, "Ha! Mr. Private School will teach you this?"

"The things taught by those old guys are annoying and boring, and I don't want to learn them," Leng Chan said.

"Then tell me, can you give me the money I want?" Lingling asked.

"Of course, follow me to the Leng Mansion..."

"That's not yours, it's your father's. How can you give me the official position?"

"Of course I'm looking for my father."

"Hahaha! It's still your father. If you leave your father, you are nothing. You have nothing. You are worse than a beggar on the street."

"Damn it, if you dare to say this to me, my father's things will naturally belong to me."

There is nothing wrong with this, and it is a good point.

"..." Lingling sat up, rubbed his chin, and smiled after a moment: "How about playing a game with me. If you win, I will give you an elixir and 10,000 spiritual crystals. If I win, you will Give me all the property of Leng Mansion."

In fact, Lingling suffered a loss in this transaction no matter what. A single elixir was enough to buy several Leng mansions, not to mention that spiritual crystals, a cultivation treasure mine, were not comparable to the yellow and white things in the world.

Hearing this, Leng Chan rolled his eyes and said, "What game?"

Lingling: "Within three months, you can use your own hands to earn one hundred spirit coins for me."

"Spirit coins! Not spirit crystals."

"Yes, spirit coins, not spirit stones or spirit crystals."

"It's as simple as one hundred spirit coins?" Leng Chan couldn't believe the content of the game.

"Easy?" Lingling laughed and reminded, "You used your own hands to earn one hundred spirit coins for me. You are not allowed to use your hands on others, and you are not allowed to cheat or cheat, otherwise I have ten thousand ways to make your life worse than death."

Leng Chan had a sullen face and gritted his teeth: "I don't want elixirs or money, I just want your life."

"Oh!" Lingling's eyes lit up, the corners of his lips raised, and those red lips looked even more evil, "You want to gamble your life?"

"Yes. If you win, my life will be yours. If I win, your life will be mys." Leng Chan said bitterly, his tone full of arrogance, and the look in his eyes at Lingling It's like looking at a dead person.

Lingling clapped her hands and said, "Okay, okay. What you say is unfounded, but you can prove it with evidence!"

... ...

The people from Leng Mansion went to King Anjing for help, and King Anjing Leng Chixuan finally got the chance to go to Tianzong Pavilion through various connections. He came to Tianzong Pavilion with heavy gifts and apologized for his nephew with an anxious look on his face.

They rarely set foot in the Immortal Sect Land.

Looking at the handsome man on the main seat, who was so handsome and cheerful, Leng Chixuan couldn't help but admire the immortality method of immortal cultivators.

He is a dignified prince, and he must bow and salute in front of the Tianzong Pavilion Immortal, and he does not dare to make any mistakes.

"Immortal Master, my nephew has a stubborn temperament and usually neglects discipline. Unexpectedly, this time he has offended the pavilion master's direct disciple. It is indeed a heinous crime. But you see, after all, my nephew is a seven-year-old child. Please ask the Immortal Master to give him a chance to reform. Opportunity...I will strictly control him from now on."

"..." Sikong Xihua said calmly and without a smile: "Naughty? As far as I know, a seven-year-old child regards human life as trivial and dares to shoot arrows randomly on a crowded main street in broad daylight. As the saying goes, you can tell by looking at your son. His father."

"..." Leng Chixuan said repeatedly: "No, no, no, his brother is a loyal man, and he has worked hard for the country. Master Immortal, you don't know something. It is precisely because he worked hard for the country that his brother won the title of "Song of the People's Republic of China" in his later years. I am a child, so I was too doting on my child, which led to this disaster. From now on, I will strictly control him! I hope the immortal master will be merciful!"

Sikong Xihua did not speak too much to him, but took out a bead and said, "It's not that we are embarrassing the children. This is a letter from him to you." With a move of his finger, the bead flew to Leng Chixuan's desk. superior,

What do you mean?

Leng Chixuan looked at the beads on the table. He had a premonition that something was going on and hurriedly touched the beads with his hand.

An image appeared, and Leng Chan was not injured except for his face being a little dirty, and he was in good spirits. He poked at the bead and said, "Is it okay to just say it to it?"

A handsome red-haired boy next to him held his arms and said, "Yes, tell me what you want to say, and then I will send it to your parents so that they don't have to worry about you."

Leng Chan chuckled and said, "It's quite fun." He poked the beads a few more times, then coughed a few times and said in a deep voice like a young adult: "Father, mother, my son is playing with this guy. This game lasts for three months. Either he dies or I die. You don’t have to worry about your son, he will definitely take this guy’s head after three months. Without further ado, just wait for the good news about your son.”

The red-haired boy beside him said: "Are you sure you don't want to change your bet?"

Leng Chan sneered disdainfully, "What nonsense are you talking about? I won't change it and will definitely take your life. Aren't you afraid?"

The red-haired boy shrugged, "Come here and establish evidence."

"Okay. I will definitely make you regret what will happen if you offend me in the first place!" Leng Chan said.

At this point, the image disappears.

Leng Chixuan's hands trembled, not knowing what to do, "What does this mean? What game is he playing? Why gamble with his life for a game? He is just a seven-year-old child, and he will not be kept under threat. Bar?"

Hearing this, Sikong Xihua frowned and said, "Listen to what King Anjing said, we are trying to embarrass a child, and we are using the image to deceive you, right?"

Leng Chixuan was horrified, "No, no, no, Master Immortal misunderstood, I didn't mean that..."

Without waiting for him to explain, Sikong Xihua stood up and said calmly: "Both parties agreed to the bet voluntarily. The bet was originally just some yellow and white things, but this seven-year-old kid had to risk his life and changed the bet. Since the two of them established evidence as evidence, It’s not up to others to interfere. Humph! This kid is too violent! You’ll have to be a good educator!"

"..." Leng Chixuan did not dare to say anything. Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, and worried that his nephew would suffer a loss, he asked: "Master Immortal, can this spiritual master..."

"You don't have to worry about this. There is no battle between magic and force in the gambling game." After saying that, the person disappeared.

Leng Chixuan sat blankly on the chair, looking at the beads on the table, with hatred rising in his heart.

Brother! How could you spoil your son to such an extent that you don’t know what the heavens and the earth are?