Although she was a little ashamed, her words undoubtedly greatly pleased the God of Darkness. He chuckled behind her, poked out his tongue and licked the tip of her ear.

While Nanting held back his ears from blushing, he watched the situation in the projection.

The boy in a white robe was curled up in panic in fear at this moment, and he didn't know where to knock on his forehead.

"Did you scare you?" Nanting tried to speak in a gentle tone, "I am the saint of the temple. The Canglade did not mean to hurt you, he just wanted to..."

"Make a deal." The Dark God pressed his lips behind Nanting's ears, and gently and frivolously printed out the shape of his lips.

Nanting trembled slightly: "Just want to make a deal with you."

"The Spirit of Contract." The Dark God bit Nanting's earlobe lightly.

Nanting tried to keep his breathing unevenly: "You know, demons are the most contractual race. As the creator of demons, Cangxia naturally follows the contractual spirit. We advocate fair trade, you don't need to be afraid of this. Humans, now, say your wishes..."

Alfonso was still trembling, but this time there was a voice: "How many gold coins do you need... All the gold coins on me, including the family industry I can control, are only four million..."

Nanting: Hiss! The little believer is so rich!

"The specific price depends on the value of the thing you pray for." The inner surprise did not prevent Nanting from speaking in the tone of a charlatan.

"Please give me..." The young man lowered his head deeply, "Strength!"

The God of Dark chuckled with interest, his voice as if he was a demon who lured mortals into depravity, with magnetic and lazy hoarseness: "Even if he is discovered, he will lose everything he is now and be sent to the stolen stand by the temple?"

The boy suddenly looked up and looked at the void at infinite height. His emerald-like eyes faded away from madness, becoming clear and firm.

"Even so, I want to gain strength!"

"I respond to your wish." The Dark God spoke casually, "One million gold coins."

Nanting: "…"

Pure darkness descended from the sky and carried Alfonso a degenerate baptism.

"Thank you, my god!" Feeling the magic surging in my body, the boy changed his words quickly, "From now on, darkness is my faith."
Chapter completed!