With Ning Feng's flat refusal, the whole room fell silent.
The illusory figure did not reply, but quietly looked down at Ning Feng, who had a serious expression, with no fluctuations in his eyes.
Whether it was ridicule or anger, there was no existence in that bottomless red abyss, only peace.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and the air was filled with unknown aroma, but it could not relieve the pressure at all.
Reason told Ning Feng that the best choice at this time was to endure and compromise.
As long as you apologize and accept it, or make a joke, the current situation can actually be alleviated.
But this time, Ning Feng didn't plan to do this.
Because he understands that there is no point in giving in blindly.
Ning Feng admitted that he was indeed worried about angering such a being whose enemy and friend were unknown, and he also hoped to build a friendly relationship with it.
But this doesn't mean that Ning Feng likes to endure the other party's teasing.
Who would enjoy being teased repeatedly if it wasn't for their own survival?
But patience has its limits.
Once, twice, just treat it as a joke.
But you can't play it again and again.
When teasing has no limits, no matter how you modify it with words, it is an insult.
Ning Feng understood that he was weak, and what he wanted was not equal qualifications, but the most basic respect.
And when he realized that he couldn't even get this, he understood that there was no point in continuing to give in.
Sitting on the ground with his head held high, Ning Feng looked into those eyes without saying a word of ridicule.
It wasn't that Ning Feng was too scared to speak, but that he couldn't speak at all.
The terrifying pressure escaping from that figure made his muscles stiffen, making him unable to move.
Even with the loud rejection just now, Ning Feng couldn't figure out where the strength came from.
Now that the matter has come to this, Ning Feng looks away.
It doesn't matter what kind of existence it is, I can't rage anymore, so I'll just die.
Just as they stared at each other quietly, and the atmosphere gradually became stagnant, the figure suddenly let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.
The illusory figure floating in the air smiled, then turned into a broken shadow and reintegrated into the black cat's body.
The terrifying pressure was swept away, and nothing in the room changed. It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion in a trance.
But the sweat dripping from his forehead and his accelerated heartbeat told Ning Feng the truth of all this.
Anger gradually rose in Ning Feng's heart, not towards the black cat, but towards his own weakness.
The black cat jumped off the bed, slowly walked to Ning Feng and sat down, looked at him squarely and said:
"Although your anger and pride are meaningless, sister, I don't hate children with backbone."
Unusually, the black cat's voice was no longer so charming, but became calm and soft.
"Son of a weak man, you deserve to know my name."
"Ariana."
Like a long wind, it finally blew across the plain, brushed the traveler's clothes, and whispered in his ear:
"I allow you to call me that."
Suddenly, Ning Feng had a special feeling.
The memory seems to be wrinkled, as if something has been remembered and something has been forgotten.
But before he could figure it out, the voice in his ear suddenly became mysterious, like he was whispering:
"However, there is one thing I lied to you before~"
The black cat raised his head slightly, confidently admiring Ning Feng's expression, and said softly:
"You don't need to sign any more contracts, because..."
hiss!!?
Ning Feng suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen...er, a heat in his chest, as if he had been branded with something.
Pulling open his clothes suddenly, Ning Feng saw that the interlaced scarlet lines on his chest were fading, and finally disappeared completely.
Although it was just a glimpse, the pattern was not unfamiliar to him. He had just seen it, on that illusory figure!
Ning Feng:???
"What your instructor said is not completely wrong. With the energy of the sacrifice, my incarnation cannot last long, and I can't save you."
"So, I made other choices...I signed a contract with you, and I can't go back on it~"
Very satisfied with his stunned expression, Black Cat, or Ariana, nodded happily:
"That's right~ You were already my contractor before."
"Half of you already belongs to me~"
Then, her eyes flashed with light, and her bewitching voice echoed in Ning Feng's heart.
Like a demon whispering to the ignorant mortal who summoned him:
"Do you desire power?"
…
…
"I can give you power, just like the gifts I gave you at will to those mortals who please me through rituals."
Ning Feng sat on the bed and looked at the black cat beside him with complicated eyes.
To be honest, he was quite confused now. When he woke up, he was informed that his bloodline had changed, and he also became a contractor of an unknown existence.
He was powerless to resist all this, but to be honest, he was not particularly resistant because he had already received real benefits.
Whether it was the previous blood sacrifice incident or the one-sided conversation, he was deeply aware of the importance of power.
At least from the current point of view, what the other party expressed to me could barely be considered goodwill, and she gave too much.
So fragrant.
"But you are my contractor, so I will give you the right to choose~"
"But before I tell you, I have a question... What do you think is the nature of an awakened person?"
The nature of the Awakened?
Ning Feng subconsciously wanted to say humans with extraordinary power, but he felt that Ariana's problem was not that simple.
"No answer? Be cautious, I can give you a hint~"
Jumping onto Ning Feng's lap, the black cat found a comfortable position and lay down, gently brushed his chin with its tail, and said with a smile:
"Then...how much do you know about gods?"
God?
Ning Feng frowned and began to think. Holding the cat in his arms, he remembered that he had seen such a description in the Watch Club's information database:
"In ancient times, gods came uninvited with their kingdoms."
The appearance of the gods was very sudden, without any warning, and they came to this world with their own kingdom of God.
Then he sent his own messengers and creations to spread his faith throughout the world, and performed countless miracles wantonly.
Their apostles and some of their creations also left their own footprints in the mortal world, living with weak mortals and providing them with help.
Every prayer will be answered.
The gods have believers, mortals have faith, and everyone gets what they need, and everything seems to be wonderful.
But that group of willful great beings not only brought miracles, their appearance also brought another gift to the world.
war.
When the first hundred years passed, the honeymoon period of the gods seemed to have come to an end. They were no longer satisfied with everything they had.
As a result, wars in the name of jihad broke out all over the world.
For their own beliefs, mortals began to kill each other in order to please the gods.
Swordsmen erupted on every inch of land.
The continuous wars lasted for hundreds of years, and all the prosperity in the past was destroyed by the war, and civilization even retreated to two hundred years ago.
But even in such a dark age, the mortals in the struggle still have no despair because they have faith.
They all firmly believe that as long as they keep their faith pure, whether it is life or glory, the gods will definitely reward them with everything again after victory.
But when the second century came, everything changed.
A god personally took action to destroy a country, and the war that had been suppressed completely got out of control.