The Youngest Sword Cultivator in a World of Magic

Chapter 87

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That was right—she was a sucker for good looks, the kind who simply could not budge once she spotted something cute, sweet, and fluffy!

The little demon beast was a little dumbfounded, too. It had only followed its instincts and attacked the human approaching it, its hazy consciousness unable to distinguish much. But the moment it bit down and tasted fresh blood, it froze, let alone when the Red Sun Fruit rolled into its mouth along with the blood.

Gulp.

With an unconscious swallow, it gulped down the Red Sun Fruit along with the blood.

Rather than the pain of the Red Sun Fruit's scorching energy sweeping through its body, the little demon beast cared more about the taste of that blood. Though it had no memories, the taste felt incredibly familiar, as though it had crossed countless years and searched countless realms just for this moment—

The little demon beast briefly closed its eyes, a flicker of resolve passing through its ruby-red gaze.

In an instant, a strange energy slipped from the teeth still sunk into Ye Chuqi into her flesh and blood, raced along her meridians, and entered her Sea of Consciousness. There, it settled into a wondrous pattern, spinning and radiating gentle energy before traveling back along her meridians throughout her body. It seemed to patrol its territory, declaring ownership, yet even more than that, it gradually nourished her dry, cracked meridians, bringing a faint but unmistakable healing energy.

Ye Chuqi thought, What the hell was this thing?

Having never experienced a contract, Ye Chuqi did not yet know that the little demon beast had used its innate ability to form a soul contract with her. This was a contract that entrusted one's life to another and bound their souls together. Legend had it that as long

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