Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo looked at the letter paper, but didn't react for a long time.

The person who sent the letter probably had the sea in his mind. Really, if he was a fool to sow dissension, couldn't he see it.

And that stupid human being...

Oh, just look at it and you'll know it's written by a pompous and arrogant idiot devil.

Fang Zhuo put away the letter paper, went into the room and lay down, sat up again not long after lying down, took out the letter paper again, and read it again.

He remembered that the demon attached to Yan Xiao last time said the same thing.

soul contract.

"Ah San, do you think the content about the soul contract on the letter paper is true?"

233 checked the world information, "If human beings have a wish that cannot be fulfilled, they can summon demons. After the soul contract is signed, the demons will fulfill the wish for the human being. When the wish is fulfilled, the human soul will be at the disposal of the demon."

"What if humans don't have wishes?"

"This category is in the minority, and it is also the category that demons are most interested in. Demons will slowly approach them, and then tempt them, allowing humans to voluntarily deliver their souls.

In this case, once a human being who has lost the initiative signs a contract with the devil, it is tantamount to being attached to the devil, and can be demanded at any time and treated at will. "

Fang Zhuo: "...I feel that I prefer the second type."

233 fell silent.

Fang Zhuo looked at the ceiling and thought, in fact, Damon came here for him in the first place, otherwise he would not find excuses to rent his house, nor would he sign any temporary blood contract in such a secret way.

Although it was a purposeful approach, he certainly believed in the man and the data provided by the system more than this ill-intentioned letter.

Looking at the handwriting on the letter paper, Fang Zhuo thought of the mysterious person in the woods, could it be the same person who put the letter?

"Can you adjust the replay?" At that time, the distance was too far, and the other party disappeared too quickly, he didn't see his face clearly at all.

233 called up the playback, and purposely zoomed in on the video.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

She even wears a smiling face mask...not to show her true face, either deliberately pretending to be mysterious, or too ugly to show her face.

Who is this person?

Fang Zhuo couldn't figure it out, so he had to go to other people to find the answer. When the man came back, he patted the letter on the table in front of him.

"What is the godhead, I need an explanation."

Dimon looked at the content on the letter paper, his eyes visibly shook. He never thought that his original motive would be exposed.

The devil hates cheating, and so do humans. He can't even accept the "dislike" of young people, let alone disgust.

He frowned slightly, his fingers tightened while pinching the letter paper, and his voice was rare and obscure, "The godhead represents the godhood, and it also contains the energy of the gods. As long as you get the godhead, you can return to the godhood."

"You..." Fang Zhuo didn't expect the other party to admit it so quickly, but he didn't know how to respond.

Dimon thought he was extremely angry, and continued, "The day before I met you, I woke up from a deep sleep and received a prophecy that the godhead would come to you. I admit that getting back the godhead was indeed the first time I approached you s reason."

Fang Zhuo frowned more and more, and finally sorted out a clear idea from his chaotic mind - this world turned out to be a mutual strategy.

He needs to get the kiss of true love and send the godhead.

As for Damon, the responsibility is to devour his soul and obtain the godhead.

If he hadn't gained the favorability of the devil first, he might have become a prey tempted by the devil and died.

"233, if Daemon's eats my soul, can I still live in the next world?"

"No." 233 said.

Fang Zhuo's heart turned cold, this world mission shouldn't be called a mission, it should be called playing life.

"But my feelings for you are true." The deep and hoarse voice brought Fang Zhuo back to his senses.

As if he was afraid that the young man would run away, Daemon firmly held Fang Zhuo's shoulder, "Believe me, I have never lied to you except for the initial concealment."

It's too shameless, have you forgotten what you just did?

Fang Zhuo said angrily, "You just tricked me into seeing the magic dog! Do you know that my legs are still limp from fright!"

Damon's tightly pursed lips moved, as if he had something hard to say.

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, and competed with him.

After an unknown amount of time, the air of silence was broken, and the man said, "Sorry."

Fang Zhuo couldn't believe his ears, the boss was actually apologizing to him.

"I didn't know you would be so afraid," Damon said. "In my opinion, those are indeed small pets."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Damon bent down and pinched his calf, "Is it still soft?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head hastily, soft is not soft, you are about to be frightened hard by your aesthetics.

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Damon thought he was still angry. He hugged him on his lap and rested his chin on his shoulder, "I promise I will never hurt you. The contract is not for asking, but for being with you for a long time. The statute of limitations is forever, until the moment of my death."

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes, such a topic is too heavy, he is only a human being, and human beings will not live long.

Damon hugged him tightly and continued, "You don't have to worry about what happens after you die, remember the note I left you?"

"Anytime, I'm with you."

Fang Zhuo's eyes were a little hot, and his throat was tense. After a while, he came to his senses and asked in a low voice, "Then who sent this letter?"

The prophecy about Godhood will not be known to the whole world, so this prophet must be a big mouth and unreliable.

Damon brushed the letter with his fingertips, and the prophecy of the coming of the godhead was actually conveyed to him by the Lord God through the mouth of the prophet.

As long as it is said, there must be a risk of leakage, and the God Realm cares most about his return is nothing more than the person who wanted to put him to death in the first place.

The other party was deliberately provoking, and the most desirable result was nothing more than the young man escaping from the manor after being frightened.

The land outside the manor is barren of grass, and there are wandering magic dogs and other monsters everywhere. Such a small human being will be eaten within a quarter of an hour if he goes out.

In this way, he will never be able to obtain the godhead.

In fact, for him today, whether he has a godhead or not, and whether he can return to the God Realm are all the same, because there is light in his boring life.

Even in this hell that he hates, as long as he has this person by his side, he can enjoy it.

But now, someone wants to break it all.

Damon squeezed Fang Zhuo's waist, "You go out first, I still have some things to deal with."

Fang Zhuo obediently got off the man's lap, and as soon as he went out, he saw the butler and the hooded man coming from the opposite side.

The two saluted respectfully, and then entered the study.

The letter paper on the table was spread out, and the contents of the letter were clear to both of them at a glance. Most importantly, there was still an aura of light on the letter paper, which definitely did not come from the hands of demons from hell.

Reminiscent of the emblems on the hearts of the three demons before, what else is there that I don't understand.

The god of light was worried that his brother would return to the god position and seek revenge on him, so he wanted to act first.

Not only sneaked into hell, but also tore the seal of the abyss of hell twice, trying to release those felons who harbored hatred, causing chaos in hell, and trying to prevent the master from gaining the godhead.

In this regard, the housekeeper is not only not worried, but happy to see the success.

He has always been worried that his master will give up his godhood because of his kindness and abnormal affection for Ni Ke.

Now that soldiers are approaching the city, I believe the master will not hesitate any longer.

The bond-binding ceremony on the second day was definitely the most grand and lively day since Capet Manor existed.

The servants were not allowed to watch, they could only come to the roof early and lie on the balcony to watch from a distance.

As soon as it dawned in the morning, the maid brought the clothes needed for the ceremony.

Looking at the black and white three-piece suit and the exquisite and beautiful bow tie, Fang Zhuo had a strange feeling.

"Did I think too much, why does it feel like a wedding dress?"

233,"Your purpose is to send Godhead."

Fang Zhuo, "So I want to marry myself?"

No, why marry, he can marry too.

The ceremony was held on the grass behind the manor, and there was a circular landscape pavilion on the grass. A beam of sunlight broke through the heavy black clouds of hell, fell down, and happened to land in the pavilion.

Damon stood in the center of the pavilion, and on the table in front of him was a piece of kraft paper spread out.

On the cowhide were written ancient characters that Fang Zhuo could not understand, and Damon had a knife in his hand. Before he could speak, his palm was cut, and blood dripped on the kraft paper. He watched helplessly as the blood made the paper dizzy Dye, the color gradually becomes lighter, and then disappears.

Daemon lowered his head and licked the young man's palm, and the wound healed.

He cut open the palm of his hand, and the blood gushed out, dripping where the youth's blood once dripped.

After the blood disappeared, he handed a golden pen to the young man, "Sign, your own name."

Fang Zhuo paused while holding the pen, and signed the words Zhuo below.

Doubt flashed in the man's eyes, and he stared at those two words for a long time before he took the pen from Fang Zhuo's hand and signed a string of English——

Cecil.

"This is my common name as a god and a demon, and no one knows it except you." He said, "From now on, your soul will belong to me forever and ever."

Fang Zhuo hadn't recovered from the surprise, he pointed at the strange name, speechless for a long time.

He remembered that Damon said that the name of the demon is the most obscure secret and their most fatal weakness. Once known, any exorcist can seal the demon.

The boss gave his life to him, and Fang Zhuo was a little moved. It took a lot of trust in him to hand over the old man.

Is this still pure love?

Fang Zhuo blinked at the man's serious face, and suddenly wanted to confirm it.

He didn't let the system adjust the data, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the man's lips.

Damon subconsciously hugged the young man's waist, and kissed back forcefully, more intense than ever before.

The cold and lonely darkness will become a thing of the past. From now on, he will have his own light and color, and this person's soul will be tied to him and become a part of him.

He will treat him with the most pious heart, no matter life or death, he will follow.

The two of them didn't know whose tongue was bitten off, and the smell of blood spread between the intertwined tongues. When Fang Zhuo swallowed the saliva mixed with blood, he suddenly thought of a "ding" in his mind.

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Damon didn't know what happened. There was a lot of energy flowing in his body. He closed his eyes and saw a long-lost and familiar imprint on his soul.

That is Godhead.

Fang Zhuo's expression was as usual, seeing that the man stopped kissing halfway, he asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Damon's gaze fell on the young man's face again, the sharpness in his eyes was so sharp that it could penetrate the soul, but soon, the gaze became soft and focused.

He chuckled softly, "You can really surprise me."

"Baby, you are my god of luck."

Fang Zhuo was picked up by him and pressed on the table. The hard marble tabletop made his back ache.

This is his first wedding day in several worlds.

He finally saw the man's powerful desire to forget, and his terrifying energy after regaining his godhead.

When night came, Damon was like a giant dragon with a treasure in his arms, tightly stuffing the sleeping man in his arms.

His consciousness was very clear, the young man's name rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't call out.

Fang Zhuo, an unfamiliar name with an inexplicable familiarity.

Dark flames ignited in the man's eyes, and his brows were furrowed. He was sure that he must have heard the name somewhere.

In the following days, Daemon was busy. Hell could not tolerate a real god sitting at the entrance of hell, and the god of light who opposed him could not tolerate his existence even more.

Both sides wanted to put him to death.

The dark sky in hell began to be stained dark red, and there was a stench everywhere. The blood was diluted by the rain and seeped into the soil, and the roses in the rose garden began to wither one by one.

Fang Zhuo stood on the ladder, holding a book in his hand, which he found in this room, which recorded the books about Daemon's life experience, did not specify the name of God, only the title of God.

God of darkness.

He was born with light and restricted each other, gloomy, lonely, reticent, dull, he was born with only darkness.

According to records, the god of darkness competed with the god of light for the position of the main god, and only after losing did he fall into hell.But Fang Zhuo remembered that the painting in the bedroom did not depict it like this.

History is often written by the victors, and it is only a matter of one sentence from black to white.

Fang Zhuo sighed, put the book back on the bookshelf, he grabbed the ladder and climbed down, just as his feet touched the ground, one hand suddenly put on the back of his neck.

That wasn't Dimon's hand.

Even though Damon regained his godhood, his body was still cold. The temperature of this hand was the exact opposite of his, and it was frighteningly high.

"Unexpectedly, that monster without emotion would actually have feelings for humans."

Fang Zhuo turned around abruptly and backed away, staring at him warily. It turned out to be the masked man he had seen in the woods before.

On the stiff white mask, there was a blood red smile painted on it, weird and stiff, not a good thing at first glance.

Especially those eyes with the same color as Damon's, mocking and malicious, as if he was just a despicable ant in the eyes of the other party.

Fang Zhuo stepped back, "You posted the previous letter?"

The man didn't deny it, "I'm really curious, what method did he use to get the godhead without hurting your soul."

Hehehe, because I am a bug and an ugly monster in this world, and I am not a reasonable existence in itself.

Fang Zhuo knew that Damon could sense his situation and would come back soon, and he was not afraid of the strange man in front of him.

"The monster will be back soon." The masked man smiled and moved forward. "Before he comes back, let's do a multiple-choice question."

The villain often talks a lot, Fang Zhuo knows that even if he doesn't speak, the other party can't help being lonely and continues to push.

Sure enough, the masked man didn't wait for his reaction, and continued on his own, "You kill him, or I kill you, you choose one."