"Young Master, do you not blame your subordinate?"
"Why would I blame you?
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have been born. I should be thanking you. Thank you, Uncle Sea Dragon."
"Young Master, please, you mustn't."
"Please put in a good word for this old dragon when you return, Young Master, and ask the High Priest to spare my worthless life."
Good grief. Listening to this exchange that left him unsure whether to laugh or cry, Lin Yan could barely keep a straight face.
So Sea Dragon Douluo actually knew he was courting death?
Was this something anyone should do?
Wasn't that just asking for it?
If a friend took his blood and casually matched it with someone else's to make a child, he would hack that friend to death with a knife.
Was that something anyone should do?
That was absolutely forbidden, all right?
By then, the two had finished talking, and it was time to get down to business.
The contract had already been signed. Sea Dragon Douluo had ordered the Demon King Guard. Lin Yan approved it, Sea Dragon Douluo paid, and the little one benefited. Perfect.
He tapped the air lightly with his fingertip, and the system's power instantly spread out. Pale golden contract patterns interwoven with deep blue appeared out of thin air, forming a mysterious contract that settled steadily before the little girl.
It bore Lin Yan's name and the child's name, with Sea Dragon Douluo listed as the payer.
Once the contract took effect, strands of the power of rules immediately merged into her body, forming an exclusive contract mark.
From then on, Lin Yan could easily cross ten thousand miles through that mark and appear beside her in an instant.
Seeing that the little girl had now ordered the