The blood of the gods was the catalyst for the contract.
As for why the dark God chose to kiss her ... That was unknown.
Fu min didn't notice this detail.
Perhaps it was because of his preconceived notion that silaire was her lover who had accompanied her through so many small worlds, Fu Shang had neglected many things and did not think deeply about some things.
And this proud God had suffered a lot.
Hodel left as if nothing had happened.
Fu min was on the verge of exploding as he clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers creaked.
His mind calmed down and quickly thought.
Fu Shang's eyes drooped slightly as his fingers gradually tightened around the dark velvet quilt on the bed. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
The expensive incense burning in the room had been extinguished, leaving only ashes in the incense burner, and the remaining fragrance attacked the girl's nerves.
He felt frustrated for no reason.
