"What mark?"
"The one on your neck," Miller almost laughed out loud, "the sword and wings, the symbol of the master-servant contract."
Elliot reached out and touched his neck. The black lines gave off a burning temperature when his fingers touched them. Once the contract object has the intention to disobey, it will be restrained by the contract. A trace of surprise flashed across the young man's eyebrows: "I don't know..."
"Don't be ridiculous, Ah Ye," Miller interrupted him, "someone left a mark near your lock, how could you not know it?"
Elliot and Huanshou looked into each other's eyes, and Miller's face was filled with subtle annoyance. It was because of the other party's expression at this moment that Elliot realized that Huanshou still cared about him as much as before. Miller just learned to cover it up. He blinked and suddenly said, "You don't believe me?"
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