The rosy glow faded from the sky, and the setting sun gradually sank toward the horizon. Zhang Ming switched off the ceiling light, leaving the room dim.
He conjured another bolt of lightning and lit a candle.
No. 1's cheeks were flushed, as though all the red clouds in the sky had moved onto her face.
"Ahem." Zhang Ming raised the contract in his hand and said solemnly, "This Demon God Contract was originally meant for trading with those civilizations, but now I suddenly feel it has another important use!"
"Before giving you your present, shouldn't we have a little ceremony?"
"According to human customs, we'd need a matchmaker's arrangement and our parents as witnesses, then finally go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a marriage certificate to complete the whole ceremony."
"But we don't have the means for that right now."
"This contract from a Demon God can serve as a kind of witness. What do you think? Are you willing?"
Was it reasonable for someone with a screw loose like Zhang Ming to go all the way to the Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle for a Demon God Contract just to woo a girl?
Perfectly reasonable!
After all, Zhang Ming really did have a screw loose. Over their time together, he had made all sorts of perverted requests.
Being perverted now was perfectly normal instead. Miss Gourd had long since grown used to this sort of lunatic behavior.
The girl cupped her hot, flushed cheeks and tilted her head. "How would you like to use it?"
Zhang Ming answered earnestly, "Even Demon God Tier power can't bind the future. This contract lasts only one minute. It has no control over the future beyond that minute."
"So we only need to bind the present and the past."
"For this one minute,