"Become a god?" Xiu pulled the corner of his lips, he seemed to want to smile, his overly pale and gloomy face made that smile look like a sneer: "Do you think... I will become a god?"
It's not a belief, but a certainty. Young man, you don't know that in another world, there is an extremely deceptive author who wrote the copy of "Mixed Blood" on the other side of the Internet, and then bloodily deceived countless readers who jumped into the trap, such as the one in front of you.
Sam thought for a long time before finding the right words: "...I've seen it."
I have really used these eyes to read a novel called "Mixed Blood".
"You have very beautiful eyes, Seer."
Xiu's hoarse voice was like a hint of sarcasm, and Sam instantly felt that he was going to be in trouble. In "Mixed Blood", there is a profession called a prophet, and only a prophet can predict the future, but a prophet has an extremely important characteristic, that is, they are all blind: they see the future, and in exchange lose the eyes to see the present. Disguising spoilers as predicting the future is completely unworkable. Now the suspicion in the protagonist's eyes is getting stronger and stronger. What should I do...
Countless explanations were mixed up in Sam's brain, and finally a socially challenged fool got stuck there, speechless. Seeing the black-robed lich on the opposite side grabbing the death scythe and about to defend himself, Sam said calmly: "Try it, and you'll know."
Xiu paused with his hand on the sickle, and stared at Sam without saying a word. A certain silly and cute person was preparing to spoil the plot with a cold face, trying to divert the protagonist's brutal attention. He looked at Xiu's Death Scythe. In the Lost Land plot of "Mixed Blood", the protagonist was rescued by a divine beast, and then began to study the metal body obtained from the magic tower. That metal body is indeed a divine weapon. Its characteristic is that after swallowing other weapons, it can simulate the form and ability of the weapon---What a heaven-defying, cost-saving, and convenient divine weapon! The protagonist who owns this thing can directly level up from level 0 to the full level without changing weapons! It is simply tailor-made for the protagonist who can change the race form. Whether it is the sickle of the undead, the sword of the human race, the knife of the demon race, the staff of the celestial race, the bow of the elf, the gun of the dragon race, the hammer of the dwarf, or the iron claw of the beast race, everything is available! You know, whether it is a stand-alone or online game, the most expensive thing is to buy weapons for the protagonist! When I saw this cheating weapon, I was so cute that I screamed!
The protagonist directly named the artifact Qianbian. Now Qianbian can simulate two forms, one is the death sickle that can cut through space, and the other is Louis's magic notebook. In the fantasy setting, the magic notebook is extremely important for magicians, condensing the essence of their lifelong knowledge. As a necromancer, Louis, the lich, naturally recorded his knowledge, experience, and research in the magic notebook. The protagonist learned the magic of the dead from the magic notebook and learned how to leave the Lost Land. Although the legend says that the Lost Land is a forbidden place that can only be entered but not exited, no one knows that Louis, the lich, came to the Chaos Continent from the Lost Land. At this time, the protagonist learned from Louis's magic notebook that the Chaos Continent is not the side that the world says it is. It has a front and a back. The Lost Land is the channel connecting the front and the back, so there will be the wonders of the sky up and down. Louis came from the back of the continent. He reached the front of the continent through the Lost Land and then launched the Undead Calamity.
When Xiu opened the magic notebook according to Sam's instructions, Xiu looked at Sam with a different look. Sam began to take the opportunity to promote himself: "I know a lot, you can use me."
The black-robed lich fell into a long silence. Sam seemed to be calmly waiting for the verdict: "Don't hesitate, protagonist! You have to believe in your domineering aura that makes everyone cry and beg to be your little brother!"
This wait lasted for most of the day, from evening to dawn and then to dusk, and the reader looked at the almost frozen protagonist opposite him with a bitter look. Seeing that the headphones were about to run out of battery, Sam had to remind him of his purpose again: "I will fulfill your wish."
Xiu seemed to be suddenly awakened. He looked up and met Sam's gaze. In his dull eyes, a faint soul fire began to jump. Suddenly, the lich laughed hoarsely: "I want a lot. Can you afford it?"
Sam nodded without hesitation. He looked at the protagonist eagerly, hoping to end the topic quickly: his headphones were about to stop working!
Xiu stared at Sam for a while, then suddenly said, "Come here."
This was the last sentence Sam heard clearly. The next second, the sound of the wind and other sounds all seemed to be transmitted to his ears from a distance, hazy and blurred. Sam could only follow the last instruction he heard and walk in front of the protagonist, staring at Xiu's pale and bloodless mouth, fearing that the lich had said something that Xiu had not noticed.
Xiu opened his mouth: "...you...qi...?"
...At this moment, Sam felt from the bottom of his heart that Faraday, who invented the generator, was definitely the greatest person on earth. Poor Sam could only judge based on Xiu's mouth shape, expression and the only words "you" and "contract" he could hear clearly that the lich on the other side seemed to want to sign a contract with him. In "Mixed Blood", the severely blackened protagonist does not trust anyone, and his companions around him have actively or passively signed a master-servant contract with the protagonist. In other words, signing a master-servant contract means becoming the protagonist's younger brother, which is a disguised form of recognition... So can the plot of "Mixed Blood" be twisted and Fcuked up a little more!
The key point now is, will he, who has the power of zero-point restoration, restore the contract as well?
Sam didn't want to speak while being deaf, and he didn't want the protagonist to find out about his missing ear. He couldn't explain his cheat code to the protagonist right now, so he could only nod: "I'll explain it to the protagonist if the master-servant contract is restored at midnight." Then again, is this the protagonist's first master-servant contract? I suddenly felt very honored, what should I do...
Sam's moral integrity is dead, burn paper if you have any problem.
Seeing Sam nod, Xiu Ban lowered his eyelashes to cover his leaping soul fire.
Then a silly boy happily watched the protagonist pull his hand, lift his wrist to his mouth, and gently touch it---wait a minute, how is this going to happen? Isn't the master-servant contract a vow made by one party leading the other party's soul? In "Mixed Blood", it is clearly written that you touch the center of the forehead with your finger, how come it got here... ah!!!
It hurts so much, it hurts so much ah ah ah---QAQ
Just now, Xiu bit the blood vessel on Sam's wrist. He was like a handsome vampire, pressing his cold thin lips against Sam's wrist, sucking the blood greedily. His long curly black hair fell down, sticking to his cheeks, making his handsome face look even more three-dimensional and morbid.
Sam only felt his wrist being licked back and forth by the slippery and cold tip of the tongue, and then his hand was released. Except for being a little pale, there was nothing unusual. If it weren't for the red on Xiu's lips, Sam would even suspect that he was daydreaming.
The red blood finally made the pale lips have a bit of blood color. Xiu didn't look at the shocked Sam opposite him. He pulled open his black robe, revealing his equally pale chest. The thin layer of skin almost allowed one to see the blue blood vessels underneath. Xiu stretched out his right hand and inserted it very naturally into his left chest - that was where his heart was.
The pale bone hand sank into the left chest. The lich frowned slightly and recited a spell, then pulled the hand out bit by bit. As the bone fingers were pulled out, something was also dug out from the heart by the bone fingers - it was black and red blood, drawing complicated patterns on the unbelievably white chest.
At this time, Sam finally reacted. He stared at the red and black lines in disbelief - this is a blood contract! ! !
Where is the master-servant contract?
If Sam was worried about the contract being refreshed and the protagonist going berserk, now Sam has no need to worry at all. The master-servant contract is sworn by the soul. The contract only requires the servant to be loyal to the master. Only when the servant betrays the master will he be killed by the contract; while the blood contract is sworn by blood. The leader takes blood from the contract object and then generates a blood contract beast in his body. The blood contract beast will remember the taste of the contract object's blood: the leader can use the blood contract beast to kill the contract object at any time; no matter where the contract object escapes, the leader can find the contract object with the help of the blood contract beast; when the leader dies, the blood contract beast will kill the contract object---this is equivalent to a slave contract that cannot be refreshed!
The first blood bond in "Mixed Blood" is the product of the love-hate relationship between the protagonist and a girl who hates him to the core.
Sam: ...Hehehehe.
Sam stared blankly at the protagonist putting on his clothes. The lich seemed to be in a good mood, and his long-furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Seeing Sam's cold (?) gaze, Xiu seemed to sigh: ...
Sam... Sam had the urge to smash the earphones that he couldn't hold on to at the critical moment into pieces. He didn't know that this wasn't the hardest part, but the harder part was still to come. Next, Sam would start his miserable life of paying off his debts.
Since holding Sam's life in his hands, the protagonist has been unscrupulously evil and developed Sam's various functions, vowing to kill his first subordinate. Every night, half of Sam's soul must be contributed. When practicing the curse system of necromancy, Sam was a test subject. When practicing the virus system of necromancy, Sam was a test subject. When practicing the dark system of necromancy, Sam was a test subject. When practicing the alchemy system of necromancy, Sam was a test subject. When practicing the summoning system of necromancy... the poor readers said that he could finally watch it - necromancy should only have the summoning system!
I'm about to be tortured to death... Sam almost wants to build a tablet for the author and cry: Hero! I was wrong!!! The sainthood is indeed the most beautiful quality in the world! The world needs the sainthood! I beg the protagonist's sainthood light to shine on the people around him (especially me)! Darkness is a disease, it must be cured--- "... Come here."
Sam looked expressionlessly at the black lines that were climbing up his arm. The intricate branches and patterns were like black snakes that gradually encircled his right arm, with each branch growing a knot. When his entire right arm was covered with branches and patterns, countless black roses bloomed on the branches in the pattern in an instant. The next moment, the roses withered and the black petals fell. Sam's face turned pale with pain, because those petals were simply transformed from his flesh and blood.
This is a curse with a rather literary name, called withering. It is said that when the black branches representing the curse crawl all over the body, only a skeleton and a heart will be left. Legend has it that there was a necromancer who fell in love with a princess of a country, but was rejected. The sad necromancer cursed the princess, and the princess's flesh and blood began to wither. The necromancer said to the princess: As long as you accept me, I will lift the curse. However, the stubborn princess still refused to agree to the necromancer until she withered into a skeleton. Finally, the necromancer picked up the heart in the skeleton and sighed: In the end, your heart is still mine.
How immature was he when he thought this story was so touching...
The reason why Half-Blood wrote this story is because the protagonist did the same thing: he used the Withering Curse on Princess Kelly. The spoiled Princess Kelly was naturally not as fearless as the legendary Withering Princess. She succumbed almost the next day and then became one of the protagonist's women. Here comes the point. In the description of Half-Blood, the Withering Curse only caused the skin and flesh to fall off, but it was not painful!
Damn, is the protagonist unfamiliar with the business? Or is he simply being s3xist? F*ck!
Sam despaired of this world that only pitied girls.
Xiu watched Sam very seriously, his eyes unblinkingly focused, as if he wanted to collect every tremor and every expression of Sam, greedy and hungry. Sam's cold sweat flowed down his neck to the clavicle outlined by black stripes, just like the black branches moistened by nectar growing black rose buds, bringing piercing pain. As if he had received some kind of satisfaction, the lich raised the death sickle and drew another magic symbol in the air. The magic symbol burned instantly and poured on Sam's body. Sam found that the pain like cutting flesh disappeared in an instant. He recognized this undead magic. The zombie virus he had just felt a few days ago could make the body's perception disappear.
...So the protagonist is really experimenting with picking up girls in the future.
The yellow and purple moon climbed up again. Sam's body, which was already 1/3 of a skeleton, instantly recovered. He breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that this Fcuked up day was over. The man opposite him turned to the next page of the magic notebook to prepare, and then Sam saw that there were four words written in large letters at the top of the page: Bone Loss Curse.
Sam... Sam has been seriously considering whether to avoid the protagonist for the time being and wait for the protagonist to awaken into another race before asking for a hookup. The undead race is too heavy to be hurt...
However, he read from the lich's eyes "If you dare to escape, I will kill you". What should he do?
"...come over."
---Seek liberation!!!
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"Why... why... do this to me?" Lilia cried sadly: "Kill me! Why don't you kill me? You devil!"
Xiu put on his clothes to cover the blood covenant pattern. He looked down at the girl who was lying on the ground crying heartbrokenly, and lifted Lilia's chin with his toes.
"Isn't this good?" The devil's lips curved with joy: "No matter where you escape to, I can find you; no matter how much you want to kill me, you will still be the one who dies in the end; if I die, you will not be able to live, so even if I am not here, no one can touch you..."
Xiu stretched out his tone maliciously, torturing the girl at his feet word by word.
"In the end, you are still just a demon's property, forever branded as mine."
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