Zongman: The God in Question Comes from Arcadia

Su Jin glanced at Nancy Lian, and then said:

"Can."

As soon as Lian Nanxi smiled, Shana next to her reached out and stopped the pen she was about to continue recording:

"Wait, why do you need so much existence power?"

Shana looked at Lian Nanxi with a fierce tone and said:

"Although Su Jin doesn't care, as a contractor, I won't let you mess around."

How can a contractor have such an obligation? This must be the obligation of the housekeeper... Chiara next to her complained in her heart.

Lian Nanxi glanced at Shana, with calmness and thoughtfulness in her eyes.

Shana is Su Jin's contractor, about half of the Sun God, and about half of her future master, so cheating is not an option.

"I want to restore a painting that has disappeared into history."

Lian Nanxi softly talked about the goals she had worked hard for many years.

"A painting given to me by a good friend, but lost to the power of time."

"Restore an item? It's still an item from the past. Is it worth it?"

Shana was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief.

Anyone related to the Red World knows that the power of existence is omnipotent.

But this omnipotence is based on sufficient scale.

This is actually nonsense, because if the energy scale such as electric energy and thermal energy is sufficient, there are corresponding methods that can be used.

So what really determines strength is scale. And to restore the past that disappeared, or in other words, to bring the past 'existence' to the present, would consume an amount of existence power that even the God of the Red World could not bear.

"I've calculated it."

Lian Nanxi counted with her fingers, her eyes shining:

"A thousand copies of the King of the Red World's existence power are enough to rival the scale of the God of the Red World. And to summon that painting, I need to spend 8 copies of the power of existence on the scale of a god in one go. If I convert it, it means that I Sold for eight hundred years."

After calculating, Nancy Lian raised her head and looked at Su Jin with shining eyes:

"So I sold myself for a thousand years, at a 20% discount, and got the cash in one go."

"..."

Shana watched Lian Nanxi remain silent for a moment, then turned to look at Su Jin, her eyes filled with worry.

She was worried that Su Jin only made a verbal promise and did not actually intend to sell the power of existence in exchange for Lian Nanxi's one thousand years.

If it was really a joke, Nancy Lian would probably go berserk, right?

Understanding Xia Na's worries, Su Jin said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I still have the funds to support my dream."

Eight copies of energy on the scale of the God of the Red World is basically equivalent to a five-digit number. Shana can produce this level by herself, but this girl has no awareness of her own power at all.

For such a level of dedication, it would be a free-for-all for a free master who could even defeat his destructive power.

Hearing this, Shana paused, glanced at Su Jin worriedly, withdrew her hand holding Lian Nanxi's wrist, and said nothing.

Because one of my jokes turned out like this, causing Su Jin to bleed a lot...Have I gone too far recently...The girl began to reflect on her recent behavior.

Because she always felt that she seemed to be a little too dependent on Su Jin's efforts, which was not good.

On the other side, looking at Lian Nanxi who was rushing to 'sell' herself and even offered a 20% discount, but she really succeeded, Chiara couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

At this time, Chiara clearly heard her hair accessory click her tongue, which was the voice of her contracted demon king Odelia.

"Lian Nanxi beat me to it, eight times the scale of the God of the Red World, damn it!"

Odelia whispered in Chiara's ear, her tone full of envy.

"Odelia, you don't want to sell yourself too, do you?" Chiara was a little stupid: "Then what should I do as your contractor?"

"You should be the one to add to it."

My sister ‘Viterua’ said matter-of-factly:

"You don't think you are worthy of the existence of the God of the Red World, do you? No, right?"

Chiara: "..."

If she hadn't known that she would die if she canceled the contract, she would have wanted to cancel it on the spot.

At this time, Lian Nanxi, who betrayed her success, used free law to make a contract:

"The contract was drawn up successfully!"

The beneficiaries of the contract are all Su Jin's names, and the person bound is indeed Lian Nanxi herself.

Shana glanced at the punishment conditions curiously, and the corners of her mouth suddenly couldn't stop twitching, and she looked at Nancy Lian strangely.

In twelve years of her life, this was the first time she saw someone so cruel to her.

The whole story is about his own responsibility and price. Su Jin has nothing to do. Once this contract is signed, Su Jin can do everything except killing or abusing Lian Nanxi.

I want money rather than my life, absolutely!

But don't think that this small amount of effort is enough. Compared with Su Jin's loss of the power of existence, your contribution is just a drop in the bucket... Shana naturally prefers her contract partner.

How many years would it take Su Jin to accumulate eight copies of power on the scale of the God of the Red World?

Damn it, you must monitor Nancy Lian carefully in the future to prevent her from being lazy.

While Shana was thinking about how to supervise Lian Nanxi, Su Jin had already signed a contract with Lian Nanxi.

"．々The contract is successful!"

Lian Nanxi happily put away the two copies of the contract, then floated it onto Su Jin's shoulder and asked:

"Then, my Lord God, what are you going to do with the eulogy reciter?"

Hearing this, Su Jin glanced at Ma Qionglin playfully and said immediately:

"Find a place to give you the power of existence, and by the way, capture this woman and train her."

"Chasing strangers for no reason, this kind of terrorist behavior cannot be let go."

"Do you need me to buy props for you?" Lian Nanxi's eyes sparkled when she heard that she would deliver the goods immediately.

"No need."

Su Jin shook his head, and then said:

"But I need you to notify the dog phosphorus in the city and ask Dugu at the airport to bring Alastor over."

"After all, the Tiandao Palace is his palace. How to repair it must follow his plan."

"Understood."

Lian Nanxi did not mention the reward for repairing the Tiandao Palace. It's like this, how can she charge money (No Li Zhao).

Isn't it just repairing a flying island for free?

Simple!

"Do you want me to contact the hotel for you?" Lian Nanxi asked.

Hearing this, Su Jin glanced at Lian Nanxi subtly, and then said:

"Find a luxury suite, preferably with a place to take a shower."

"Do you need to take a shower?" Lian Nanxi asked puzzledly.

Su Jin nodded calmly at this time:

"It is a bit difficult to give you the power of existence of eight parts of the Red God in one breath, so I wake up and give you the essence directly."

"Is that so? I can't describe how excited I am now."

Lian Nanxi floated beside Su Jin in surprise, turned around a few times, and then said eagerly:

"By the way, do you need my help? If you need anything, please speak up."

Su Jin said very calmly: "Of course you need to speak up. If you help, it will be given faster."

Lian Nanxi nodded heavily:

"Okay, then I will prepare it now." So.

Chapter 909 Slaves and Prices

"Are you awake?"

The tender voice of a child rang in Marjorine's ears.

She opened her eyes in confusion, raised her hand, put it on her forehead, and said blankly:

"Where am I...?"

"This is the Waddington Hotel in Paris. Of course, the location doesn't mean anything to you now."

The tender voice of a child answered Marjorine's question.

She squinted her eyes, and finally recalled what happened before.

In the hundreds of years of hunting down the Red World, she was depressed as usual. On the way to find a bar to get drunk, she accidentally met the bone collector Lamy and chased him for three hours...

Ah, it seems that I seem to have fallen into the hands of the man with the flaming hair and burning eyes...but how did I lose...

Marjorine finally recalled everything, and then turned her head and immediately saw a girl with short pink hair, wearing a dress, and elf-like sitting on the wooden chair next to her.

As if she noticed Marjorine's attention, the girl who was shaking her clean feet on the wooden chair smiled at her.

At this time, Marjolin discovered that there seemed to be a delicate silver anklet under the other party's left calf, and as the other party shook his feet, the anklet also made a crisp ringing sound.

"Who are you?"

Marjolin looked at the pink-haired elf.

The girl with a subtle blush on her face was holding a square wooden board at this moment, which seemed to be a painting. From Marjolin's angle, she could also see the girl sitting sideways, holding a painting of many boys and girls standing in the middle of the field.

Among the boys and girls, one of the girls seemed to look like the girl in front of her.

The elf-like girl held the drawing board in her arms and smiled:

"You chased me for most of the night, how come you forgot it so quickly?"

"Rami!!" Marjolin was stunned for a moment, and then showed a horrified look.

The Red World who dressed like an old gentleman turned out to be such a cute little girl? ! !

If you had revealed your appearance earlier, I wouldn't have chased after the child... No, you can't judge a disciple's inner qualities based on his appearance... It's better to kill all those cannibalistic things without leaving a single one alive. Just when Marjoline was confused, the familiar and rampant laughter of Marcosias came from the huge hardcover dictionary on the bedside table:

"Hahahaha, I knew you would be scared!"

"How does it feel, my sweetheart, how does it feel to be scared by Lamy's true body?"

"Shut up, Marco." Marjoline glared at Marcosias and was about to raise her hand to hit him.

Then the moment she raised her hand, Marjoline was shocked to find that the sense of power she had in the past had disappeared without a trace.

This feeling... Marjoline looked at her thin arm, and in a trance, she seemed to have returned to the human era hundreds of years ago.

"So that's it, has my power been sealed by you?"

Marjoline looked at Lian Nancy and said dejectedly.

Before Lian Nancy could answer, Marcosias said with a smile:

"Although Lian Nancy is not incapable of doing this, unfortunately, my Marjoline, it is another existence that has sealed your power. Look at your left foot."

Marjoline lifted the quilt and found that she had taken off her women's suit and changed into a close-fitting bathrobe. At this moment, under the bathrobe, at her calf, a silver necklace was clearly visible.

"A treasure that seals power?" Marjoline's heart sank, and then she was stunned and turned her head in astonishment, looking at Lian Nancy:

"Lian Nancy? Are you the spiral organ Lian Nancy?! The legendary free master?"

"Hahaha, have you finally realized what great deeds you have done?"

Marcosias laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.

"I thought we were hunting down a small shrimp, but it turned out that there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex under the shrimp. Congratulations, my sweetheart. If it weren't for Lian Nancy not wanting to fight, I'm afraid we would have carved our tombstones."