Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

It was the first time that Xing Shu sat face to face with the other party in such a strange way, and only felt very uncomfortable.

For the ball, he has always been selfish.

So even if he saw the past of the ball in the eight goals and vaguely guessed the true identity of the ball, he still knew how to pretend, and even told the ball directly, don’t turn into another look-yes, that’s right. In front of me, this pair of body exuding devilish air, black hair and red eyes, and unpredictable appearance

Because it means that the ball that belongs to him alone is gone.

He was extremely repellent of all this in his heart, and tried hard to avoid it, but he didn't expect that it happened in the end.

What makes him even more ridiculous is that his ball not only reminds of the past, but also accurately forgets the memory of the previous amnesia.

Haha, what kind of garbage plot is this in the end.

And now he wants him to tell this person what happened in just a few years...

What's the use of listening to him? Without memory, it is equivalent to forgetting what you have personally experienced. If you have not personally experienced, that is another person's story.

No matter how detailed and nice the others talked about, for the Demon Emperor, it was just an unrememberable past.

"Actually... it's not a big deal." After a thousand times in his mind, the reality was only a moment later, Xing Shu raised his head, eyebrows crooked: "Your Majesty, you may not believe it. When I met you , You don’t have a demon energy in your body, so until you confessed it yourself just now, I didn’t understand that you were originally a member of the demon clan, and not in a demon."

The Devil Emperor turned his teacup lightly with his fingertips: "Why?"

Xing Shu supported his chin with one hand: "Your Majesty, you don't actually remember some fragments, but... you don't remember all of them, do you?"

Demon Emperor: "..." Turning the fingertips of the cup, he paused slightly.

"Are you testing me?" The Demon Sovereign narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Xing Shu shook his head: "Don't dare, I just think that since you have forgotten, then what I said, you might as well listen to it as a story, you don't need to substitute yourself into the story."

The Demon Emperor frowned in confusion: "It's my lost memory. Why should I listen to it as a story?"

Xing Shu ignored his words, but said: "Then I will start telling the story."

In the next hour, Xing Shu talked about the encounters, acquaintances, contracts he made with Qiuqiu, the sects he entered, the trials he participated in, and his breakthroughs, and then talked about Qiuqiu again. Devilish energy erupted, left Feiliu Lake Island, and went to pursue it by himself, but strayed into a secret realm, and was delayed in the secret realm for six years before coming out.

Xingshu concealed the existence of the Sea-Monster Clan, only to highlight the important part, and even talked about it for such a long time.

There has been too much experience between them, and it is not a sentence or a description that can be easily said.

So Xing Shu shrank all the details, and finally concluded: "I originally came to find you to go back, but I discovered that you turned out to be the Demon King back then, and it is impossible for ten percent to go back with me. Unless..." Xingshu paused.

"unless?"

"Well, unless there is another battle between immortals and demons, then we are likely to meet on the battlefield, but when that time comes, we probably won't have time to drink tea and chat like we do now."

Demon Sovereign: "..." He had guessed countless times about the memory he had lost, but he never expected that he would have experienced so much in Xianhuan Continent.

He had also expected that someone who remembered him would find him and tell him the past, but he didn't expect that the other person would be from Xianhuan Continent.

Moreover, he can talk to him so peacefully and sit in front of him and drink tea.

Instead, as usual, those disciples of the sect of the Xianhuan Continent saw him, who didn't yell at him and promote kindness?

"Ah, you don't need to look at me with such hostile eyes. My reputation in the Xianhuan Continent is not very good. Those who come to take refuge here will not have plans to oppose you for the time being." Xing Shu calmed down. He picked up the sugar cake in front of him, took a big bite, and washed away the bitterness in his mouth with the sweet and greasy taste.

"temporary?"

Xing Shu pointed to his own heart: "Although you have sealed your contract, the contract itself is still effective, but you can't sense each other. If you die, I will die too. Similarly, if I die, You will also die, unless you promise to break the contract with me."

The Demon Emperor was about to talk about the contract, but he didn't expect that Xing Shu would take the initiative to mention it, a little surprised.

You should know that once a symbiotic contract is signed, if one of the parties does not agree, the other party cannot terminate the contract alone.

Being able to have such a contractual relationship with him, a demon emperor, is a good thing that others can't ask for, because it means that he can get his strong protection, so as not to lose one or two lives.

But the person in front of him actually offered to cancel the contract, which confused the Demon Sovereign.

People are so weird. Originally, I was thinking about how to force others to terminate the contract, but when they took the initiative, they couldn't help but wonder why.

"It is the ball that signed the contract with me, not you, your majesty. I and Qiuqiu are friends of life and death and trust each other, but my majesty and I are just strangers." Xing Shu smiled and said: "To put it bluntly, your majesty is sure I don’t trust me, and I don’t dare to become a weakness of Your Majesty because of this contract. So at this time, it is the best choice for us to terminate the contract."

The Demon Sovereign stared at Xing Shu's dark eyes, not knowing whether he should be too keen, or good at protecting himself, or both.

"After the contract is terminated, you are not afraid that I will kill you directly?"

Xing Shu shook his head: "After the symbiosis contract is terminated, the two parties will jointly bear the backlash of breaking the contract. You still have to fight for the territory with that new emperor. Why would you waste your energy and fight against someone who is not wary of me?"

The Demon Emperor drank the water in the cup in one gulp, and knocked the bottom of the cup on the stone table: "It doesn't necessarily need me to do it myself, you know, this is my palace."

Xing Shu shook his head: "Why bother? My majesty is nothing but a peaceful meeting."

...

It will take a while to draw the formation of the dissolution of the contract, and Xingshu was arranged by the Demon Emperor to rest in Xiyuan.

The court lady who was guiding him gave him a few glances secretly, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Of course Xing Shu wouldn’t let this kind of person who might know some interesting news go. He smiled and asked, “Why Sister Beauty keeps looking at me? Is the bandage on my face unsightly?” After the Demon Sovereign left, Xingshu wrapped up the bandage he had torn apart again, trying to make it airtight.

Lady of the palace: "..."

Xing Shu: "Haha, just kidding."

The palace maid hesitated for a while, but still asked her own voice: "Your lord, have you seen your majesty after the disappearance, haven't you? You and him at that time, yes, it's the kind of relationship, isn't it?"

Xing Shu: "You mean?"

Without waiting for Xingshu's answer, the maid said to herself: "It should be, otherwise, how could a symbiosis contract be concluded? That's a covenant between Taoist couples."

Xingshu: "..."

Xing Shu:?

Xing Shu waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's not necessarily that only Taoists can sign this contract, right?"

The maid looked at Xing Shu suspiciously: "However, the oath to sign the symbiosis contract is the same as the oath at the end. As long as one of the two parties wants to live and die together and hold hands to grow old together, this contract is It can be established."

Xingshu: "..."

When the contract was signed, he was completely half-dead. In other words, this was the wish of the ball at the time...

The ball actually wants to be with him...

A very worrying answer came up in Xing Shu's mind.

This answer made Xing Shu regret instantly... He didn't want to cancel this symbiosis contract.

What if, what if his ball comes to mind?

What if his ball comes back?

At that time, how sad it would be if the ball saw that their **** disappeared like this?

"My lord?" The maid called out again: "Your Majesty asked you to wait here. The servants are outside. If you need anything, just call the servants."

After that, the maid put the lamp on the table in the room, and bowed herself back.

Xing Shu sat on the chair in a daze, his eyes were reflected in the beating candlelight, and his eyes began to empty.

But soon, his gaze became firm again, his gaze swept across the room, and finally quietly walked to the window near the other side of the corridor, and slowly opened the window.

"Squeak..." The old window made a very shameless noise, and the maid who was guarding outside asked with a probe, "My lord, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, it feels a little stuffy inside. Open the window to let the wind open." Xing Shu calmly retracted his hand: "Is there any wine? Why wait is a little boring, I want to pass the time."

"Yes, what wine do you want to drink?"

"The Mihuajiu I ordered in a store last night was not bad. Is there any in this palace?"

"Yes, the slave and maid will order someone to send it to the adult." The maid condensed a cloud of black energy in her hand, pinched a tactic, said it according to Xingshu's needs, and then threw the black energy into the air. .

Seeing that Xingshu couldn't disengage her, he could only sit back in the chair, and began to rummaged in his own space for something that might help him escape.

Suddenly, Xingshu saw a puppet wooden figure who was doing his own appearance, and suddenly he had a plan!

Xingshu retreated behind the screen and condensed his breath. At the same time, he released the puppet from the space, wrapped it in a bandage, and put on the same black clothes he was wearing now.

After Xingshu finished all this, the lady's voice also sounded outside the door: "My lord, here comes the Mihuajiu you asked for."

It's now!

Xingshu threw the puppet to the window! Then he directed the puppet to run madly in the corridor!

The lady of the court heard a sound, and hurriedly pushed the door in, just in time to hear the sound of running from outside the open window. Suddenly, she felt bad, and turned into a cloud of black air, and quickly chased it up!