The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 172 Look carefully, this is a black-hearted contract

"Become one of the concubines?"

Liao Xiumei first looked at Zhang Wuyong in confusion.

Then he suddenly realized: "Ah, yes! You also have Yutong..."

"No! Yutong is not here." Zhang Wuyong whispered, "So far, I haven't told her about the existence of this place."

Liao Xiumei understood: "Yes! She is the most special to you. That other concubine is Xueqin's child, right? Don't worry, I will get along well with her."

"It's not Yao Xueqin!" Zhang Wuyong coughed lightly, "It's another girl you don't know. In real life, she might have a terminal illness. Also, she doesn't know my true identity."

Liao Xiumei whispered, "Is that so."

Zhang Wuyong raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

He felt that what Teacher Liao should consider was "willing" or "unwilling".

Rather than whether she can get along well with Yao Xueqin.

Are you focusing on the wrong thing, Teacher Liao?

"You'd better take a look at the contract!" Zhang Wuyong took out a so-called contract from the Demon Realm system and handed it to Liao Xiumei.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether there is such a contract or not.

Liao Xiumei has already come in. He can either "force with violence" or tell her directly that if she agrees, she must abide by it.

Giving her a contract was just to make it clear to her.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
He said, "Teacher Liao, I hope you will really think it over carefully first. Once you sign this agreement, theoretically, your body and your mind will all belong to me..."

Liao Xiumei's delicate body trembled.

Smiling and ecstatic.

"Teacher Liao, please look carefully before you are happy." Zhang Wuyong felt that something was wrong with the situation.

He really needs a few more "Ming Fei" to help him collect the relics of the virtual world and manage the Demon Realm.

And in the future, we will recruit more "disciples of the evil sect".

But this feeling is like a capitalist who opened a new factory, found the initial backbone, and then wrote her a black-hearted contract that is almost equivalent to a contract of selling her body.

There is no salary.

Overtime is certain.

The so-called future commissions are also empty talk.

Even if you sign it, you are not allowed to sue the union, complain about the boss, or sue reporters for hype if you have any dissatisfaction... It highlights how ruthless they are.

In the end, the other party was very happy.

As a result, he, as a black-hearted boss, had to remind the other party: "Look carefully, you have to look carefully... This is a black-hearted contract."

This stance feels a bit counter-intuitive.

Zhang Wuyong found a low stone to sit on, patted the ground, and said earnestly: "Teacher Liao, please sit down first and sort out your mood.

"This contract is extremely important and may last a lifetime. Furthermore, this isn't just any job. Once signed, you can come and go as you please."

Liao Xiumei was a little nervous after hearing what he said.

He doesn't want me, does he?
She felt that she was, after all, a woman in her late thirties.

I can't compare myself with young girls like Zhao Yutong and Yao Xueqin.

Zhang Wuyong gave her this opportunity probably because of the scene where she cried.

He felt sorry for her and saw that she was sad.

In fact, why bother signing a contract?

I will do anything if you want.

Seeing Zhang Wuyong patting the ground, he asked her to sit down.

She held the contract, thought for a moment, turned around, faced away from him, and sat down between his legs.

Why are you sitting in front of me? Zhang Wuyong looked at Liao Xiumei, who was sitting in front of him with her back against him, and was a little speechless.

Liao Xiumei, wearing only his white shirt, curled up like a mimosa.

It was as if he could completely envelop her like this. He vaguely wondered if Teacher Liao was extremely insecure.

Zhang Wuyong was originally taller than Liao Xiumei.

Sitting on the low rock again.

Looking down, Teacher Liao had a fair neck and shiny black hair.

It reminds me of Teacher Liao’s old-fashioned standard women’s clothing and tube skirts.

That harsh attitude, afraid of being questioned, and arrogance.

Zhang Wuyong felt that her past experiences had caused her to lock herself in a hard shell for a long time.

Rather than being an antique, it’s better to say that he lives like a hedgehog.

In the last semester of his senior year, she tried to change her clothes.

This is what she really wants to show.

young.

Beautiful.

Let more students like it.

Under his gaze, Liao Xiumei cried again.

She read the entire contract sentence by sentence.

Then she curled up her legs and sat in front of him, as if she was going to curl herself up again.

"Zhang Wuyong, don't lie to me. This time, am I really not dreaming? Can I really stay by your side like this and keep such a secret with you?
"Tell me, if I wake up, will I find that this is all a lie? These are all false dreams that I used to deceive myself?
"Tell me if I imagined you in a dream."

Zhang Wuyong stretched out his hand and hugged Liao Xiumei: "This time it's real, I won't lie to you."

He took out a pen and handed it to Liao Xiumei: "Teacher Liao! Now, just sign your name. Whether it's you or me... there will be no room for regrets."

In fact, this contract does not bind him at all as the Demon Lord.

All of them are unilateral restrictions on the "Ming Fei".

The only restriction was probably that after she signed, he became her master.

The woman, wearing only the boy's white shirt, took the pen.

She wrote her name on the contract clearly and quickly, stroke by stroke.

——Liao Xiumei!
After signing the contract, the next step is to "give love to the devil" for Liao Xiumei.

After the Demon Realm was upgraded to level two, there were two more vacancies for "Ming Fei".

But the magic Yin value given by the system is actually only enough for one person.

Zhang Wuyong took Liao Xiumei back to the garden.

Entering an exquisite house, he first consumed the 100 Demon Yin points to speed up his practice of the Love Demon Yin Method.

As the Ai Mo Fu Yin Dafa rapidly operated in his body, a mysterious heat energy surged out from his dantian and flowed into his meridians.

He whispered, "Teacher Liao, lie down first. I'll inject magic energy into you."

Liao Xiumei obeyed her master's instructions and lay quietly on the antique couch in this ancient-style house.

She was wearing a boy's shirt and was barely able to pull the hem down.

She didn't know how the boy could help her, but no matter what he did, she was his.

"There might be something wrong with this technique!" Zhang Wuyong stretched out his hand, panting himself. "You have to be patient."

"Ok."

"You really have to be patient. There's something wrong with this thing. You have to hold it in."

"I understand, Master, don't worry, I'm not afraid of pain..."

"No! What I mean is...anyway, you have to hold it in."

Liao Xiumei vaguely understood something, and she said in a faint voice: "If I can't help it, Master, you should also try your best to bear it..."

(End of this chapter)