"No, no, I'll never harm anyone again, you have to believe me!"
The alien insect wailed and sobbed, looking pitifully forlorn.
Ling Feng pinched Golden Needle, sensing the timing was about right, then said, "It's not that I cannot spare you, but you have to make a Blood Covenant with me. Only then can I be sure you'll truly cause no harm."
"Blood Covenant?" The alien insect blinked its tiny eyes. "What's a Blood Covenant?"
"It means from now on you have to stay by my side, got it?"
"Is that so? Then if I get hungry, can I eat..." The alien insect looked up at Ling Feng with a fearful voice, as if afraid that Ling Feng would end its life because of its gluttony.
"You won't go hungry!"
Ling Feng's eyebrows raised, and he agreed without hesitation. He didn't have many friends, but enemies abounded—was there not enough "food" to feed this little bug?
"Alright, then I'll make a Blood Covenant with you!" The alien insect, hearing it wouldn't starve, cheerfully agreed.
