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Ram was a little anxious.

This question is simply an insult to it and a challenge to its majesty.

But...it seemed like it had to answer.

If it denies or avoids talking about it, that cunning human being will have an excuse to "drive away the foreign spirits"...

"It's...it's me..." The devil's voice became weak.

"What?" Chen Ce raised his voice, "My ears were a little tinnitus from your shock just now... What did you say? I can't hear you."

"I said...it's..." Ram's voice became slightly louder, but it was still very weak - completely incompatible with that low, hoarse, terrifying voice.It's like a child deliberately imitating the harsh tone of an adult.

"Huh? I can't hear you?"

"..."

"What did you say?"

"I said...it's——!!" Ram finally yelled.

This time Chen Ce was knocked to the ground again.

But he was not distressed, instead he had a bit of a mean smile on his face, "Huh? Impossible, right? I've always heard that the great Peeping Demon is over three feet tall? Besides, when we first met, I I accidentally caught a glimpse of you...you are indeed very tall?"

"You don't have to worry about...!" Ram began to roar.

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"No……!"

"Then why? This is obviously not right."

"Tsk...yes...I transformed...transformed...! Are you satisfied!!"

The petite figure in the mist began to jump up and down, looking like an angry little rabbit.

Chen Ce couldn't help but chuckled again.

Demon Ram was furious: "Okay, now you know there are no strange spirits here? Then get out of here quickly...!"

"Well...wait a minute." Chen Ce rubbed his chin as if thinking. "Before I leave, I want to see what you look like."

"...?" Ram was stunned at first, and then became even more crazy and angry.

"Are you crazy! Or have you lost your memory?! I just told you what the third 'trade condition' is! How dare you!!"

"I didn't mean to spy on you?" Faced with Ram's scolding, Chen Ce scratched his head in confusion. "I want to look at you directly, rather than use demonic power to peek - looking directly at you is not spying, right?"

"...You are playing a word game!!"

"But it's within the rules, right?"

"Humanity……!!"

"Ram, do I want to come in?"

As Chen Ce spoke, he took steps towards the petite figure in the mist.

Such words and deeds made Ram almost laugh out loud - he had never seen such a shameless, cunning and shameless human being!

Its existence in Runeterra can even be traced back to the ancient barbaric period... It has witnessed the rise and fall of the Shurima Empire, the outbreak and end of the Rune War... It has seen all kinds of humans.

But I have never seen such a shameless person!

So cheap!

If it weren't for the fact that the true form in this scroll wasn't difficult to change...if this cunning human hadn't barged in so suddenly...if it hadn't been for his strange movements that disrupted his own position...

If not...!

In the scarlet mist, Demon Ram looked down at his hands.

Small, soft...red.

It also caught a glimpse of its own reflection through the misty glow.

It's only about 1.5 meters...and too slender to be intimidating...

The amber eyes don't look scary at all...

The tip of the devil's tail is still one... one...

Heart...heart shape...

This appearance is not scary at all!

How could one of the dignified original demons have no majesty at all!

It hated its petite appearance.

Therefore, it always appears in the form of a transformed "giant demon".

but now……

"Stop it quickly...!"

A deep voice that was clearly out of proportion to his body shape broke through the mist, almost breaking one's eardrums.

"I can give you a chance... please stop...!"

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Chen Ce happily continued to move forward, but the speed was obviously much slower - just a few symbolic steps forward.

"I can..." Ram's voice became hoarse, as if he was taking deep breaths continuously while speaking: "I can give you the power of the devil again...I can forgive you for breaking the contract before..."

"Is there such a good thing?" Chen Ce stopped completely, with a smile still on his lips.

"This is a new contract...but only this time...!"

"Well, well, well, well."

"New contract conditions... [Without my permission, you are not allowed to enter the contract scroll space without permission, nor are you allowed to "see" or spy on my true appearance in any form. In exchange, I will give you the power of the devil again and keep it. Previous contract]..."

Ram deliberately emphasized the word "see" very hard - even a bit gritted his teeth.I'm afraid it now wants to cut, slice and mince the cunning human being in front of it.

"Human, Chen Ce...are you willing to sign a contract with me..."

"I do." Chen Ce smiled generously.

This smile made Ram even more angry.

But anyway, a new contract was signed.

Once the contract took effect, this [Contract Scroll Space] began to collapse - at least for Chen Ce.

He felt the spinning feeling again... Countless ravens were flying in front of his eyes and wailing in his ears... He was gradually moving away from that unique space.

Much the same as before.

Needless to say, there are great similarities, but the small differences are reflected in...

Chen Ce felt like he was kicked hard at the last moment when he left the space.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, but only saw a smooth blush.

Like...the red skin of demons described in mythology...

That's a leg...a devil's leg...

But...it doesn't look rough and strong...

On the contrary, it is very smooth...

Slim and smooth...

jailer!

Chen Ce returned to reality.

My eyes finally stopped hurting and bleeding.

To be on the safe side, he tried it casually - the demonic power began to extend, and his closed left eye could glimpse some "other visions".

Then he saw a mass of white snow.

Taking up the entire field of view.

Um......?

What is blinding me?

Chen Ce was a little confused.

until......

His demonic power glimpsed Sona's inner thoughts:

[Why do I suddenly feel like being stared at... so strange...]

Chapter 72 Humph, there is no one who can fight!

The first ray of sunlight has not yet appeared on the horizon, and the gray sky is still as blurry as chaos.

But Galen Crownguard was geared up and ready to start training today—just like any other day.

The only slight difference is that today he did not go to the military camp for training, but to the Xiongdu Palace.

Today he neither trained alone nor drilled the Dauntless Vanguard soldiers under his command.

But to train with His Highness the Prince.

Jarvan IV, the only son of the current king and the future heir to the king - as the only heir of the Lightshield family, this huge Demacia will eventually come into his hands.

But clearly, he needs more training before that day comes.

His king father would give him the most realistic and vivid political lessons, while martial arts training fell to the Crownguard family.

The Crown Guard crowns the Light Shield family and protects the royal bloodline.

Galen had no complaints—or was honored.

"We are about to begin, Your Highness Jarvan."

The tall swordsman did not wear iron armor, but only wore a rattan armor, knee pads and wrist guards, but this still made him look majestic and extraordinary.In his hand he holds a wooden sword with wear and tear that proves it has been "battle-hardened" - just like its owner.

"Today's training session is still sparring, okay?"

"Of course, Galen." The other young man opposite was naturally Jarvan IV - he was shorter than Galen, and his muscles were not that exaggerated, but his straight spine made him see It should not be underestimated.

Although he only wore the same vine armor as Galen, his natural noble temperament was instantly recognizable - the blood of a royal family, the temperament of a monarch.This cannot be changed by external things alone.

His weapon is a long spear - of course, the top of the spear is also made of wood.He did it a few times skillfully, and his movements were so smooth that one could tell he was an expert.His martial arts instructor is Xin Zhao, the German steward, the personal guard and friend of King Jarvan III. His marksmanship is absolutely No. 1 in the entire Demacia.

With the best teachers to teach him from an early age, the best nutritional supply, and the best sparring partners, it is impossible to lower Jarvan IV's force value.

Of course, this is also inseparable from his own efforts - as the royal heir, he has personally visited the battlefield several times and led the Demacian army to fight against the enemy.

He is not the kind of flower who has lived in a greenhouse since childhood and has to deliberately give in to everything.

"Come on, Galen."

Jarvan IV held the wooden spear in front of him. His sharp and restrained temperament was completely unlike that of a young warrior - rather, he had the style of a veteran.

Xin Zhao style.

His teacher always taught him not to rush things.

The hidden cold light is always more lethal than the exposed blade.

"Come!" Galen raised his wooden sword and charged. His strong body and extraordinary temperament made him look very oppressive.

His specialty is his brute strength and tough body.

Jarvan IV's self-confidence will never be reflected in using short attacks to gain strength.

The spear could not collide head-on with the epee, so it bent downwards and exerted pressure on the opponent by virtue of its length.

Galen was difficult to get close to for a while, but his strong body was not just for looking at.

He found the opportunity and pressed the heavy sword on the head of the gun at the cost of being stabbed in the shoulder, and then held the barrel of the gun with brute force with one hand to restrict its performance.

Jarvan IV panicked for a moment, but he did not sit still and immediately changed his moves and continued to fight back.

The two fought inextricably in the spacious arena.