Looking at the drop of blood hanging in front of him, emitting a cold light, Su Fan suddenly became curious.

What kind of thing was lost that caused An Ning to have such a big reaction?

As we all know, remnant souls do not have blood.

And this drop of blood in An Ning's hand was probably used by him to prepare for his future resurrection.

He gave this drop of blood to Su Fan. Although he didn't know if he still had it in stock, if he really didn't, it meant that he had given up the possibility of having a physical body.

From then on, he spent his whole life as a remnant soul wandering between heaven and earth.

Just to get back an item from the treasure house.

So what could this item be?

Su Fan was curious in his heart, while An Ning also felt scared in his heart.

He didn't know whether Su Fan would accept this drop of his blood or whether he would conclude a master-servant contract with him.

He had tried to trick Su Fan too many times before, but An Ning asked himself, there was really nothing wrong with the master-servant contract he gave him this time.

What should Su Fan do if he doesn't accept it?

The things she left behind will become harder to find the longer time passes.

After the little thief opened the two levels of time, he stole the items in the treasure house in less than a day, which shows that he came prepared...

No!

There was absolutely no way he could accept losing the relics she left behind.

An Ning's face looked a little painful.

Just when he was about to become mentally unstable and go crazy, he suddenly heard Su Fan say: "Then since you are sincerely willing to ask, I will accept you."

"An Ning, today I, Su Fan, conclude a master-servant contract with you. I am the master and you are the servant. What do you like?"

"I do!" An Ning said immediately, without any hesitation, simply and neatly, for fear that Su Fan would change his mind just because he spoke slowly.

When he said the words "I am willing", the drop of blood touched by Su Fan's fingertips split into two in an instant.

Half of it disappeared into Su Fan's fingers, and the other half went directly into An Ning's mind. In the center of his forehead, the word "Slave" slowly appeared.

Then hide and disappear.

But An Ning knew that from now on, he would lose his freedom and he would no longer be an independent person, but an item owned by others.

His power of life and death was even in Su Fan's hands.

But he had no choice.

Because this is the only thing he can't lose.

"What is that thing you lost?"

The master-servant contract was established, and Su Fan asked based on his inner curiosity.

But after asking this question, An Ning's eyes flashed with a complex light, and then she whispered: "It's a hairpin."

"Hairpin, what kind of hairpin? What kind of abilities does it have?"

An Ning was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"It doesn't have any abilities. It's just a very ordinary wooden hairpin. The wood used is immortal for thousands of years and will not rot for ten thousand years. It has the characteristics of being indestructible. But it's just a hairpin and the workmanship is very rough."

He spoke in a very soft tone, and his eyes began to wander involuntarily, as if he was trapped in past memories.

"Since you said that the hairpin had no special abilities, why was it stolen?" Xiao Jin felt puzzled.

Hearing this question, An Ning was silent for a short time. He shook his head and said, "The hairpin was put together with a dressing table. What was stolen was the entire dressing table."

Xiao Ding lost interest when he heard this. He didn't plan to ask him anymore and turned into a stream of light. It felt very good to have his stomach half full. He wanted to go back to Su Fan's contract space and lie down.

Su Fan didn't intend to ask any more questions. Although he didn't know An Ning's story, it was nothing more than a word of love...

Otherwise, why would you say a hairpin in such a complicated tone?

Whether it's family affection or love, it's all just love anyway.

But just because he didn't ask, it didn't mean that An Ning didn't want to talk.

An Ning suddenly raised his head: "Master, do you want to hear my story?"

"...No, it's not me, it's Ansuo's story."

Su Fan refused directly and ruthlessly.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I want to know what treasures I have gained now."

His tone was simply callous and unreasonable.

An Ning didn't even expect to get such an answer. He was already thinking about how to speak, but it was stuck in his throat. He couldn't go up or come down. It was very uncomfortable.

His face was almost blue from suffocation.

Finally, I glanced helplessly at Su Fan's back, and finally swallowed my words, but I had already made a beginning in my heart.

The words were swallowed, but memories about himself and that person came to mind again.

As he said, he was once a disciple of Patriarch Bodhidharma.

In other words, there is a better name, that is Buddha.

He is a Buddhist of his generation.

From Tongbei Temple.

The story seems a bit cliche, but for him, everything is just right.

He is the supreme Buddha, and he is a little succubus who was transformed into a bowl.

She has countless lives on her hands.

Naturally, he can keep his eyes straight and his heart straight.

Day after day, year after year, he recited the Buddha's name to save him who was suppressed.

Until that day, enemies knocked on the door of the temple and asked them to release a monk named Jing Jing.

The man made a loud noise in front of the temple and was criticized by the host for disrespecting the Buddha.

But that man directly cut through everyone who blocked him one by one, and cursed loudly at the door of the temple.

"To say that you are a temple is to exalt you. It is better to say that you are a place that hides filth and evil. Wherever there is light in this world, there will be darkness. But people never imagined that the so-called temple dedicated to Buddha and saving all sentient beings could actually

That’s where the real darkness lies.”

When the host heard this, he flew into a rage.

"Arrogant kid! Don't be slandered!"

But the man didn't care and laughed.

"Your so-called quiet monk has practiced Buddhism here for three years, but three years ago, he killed an entire village of innocent men, women, and the weak.

An entire city was massacred, all because of his evil deeds. All the souls of the dead in the city could not rest in peace, but he was able to put down the butcher's knife, become a Buddha immediately, and be led to the other side of bliss by you. You really feel that you are leading people.

Want to become a Buddha? He is actually a demon!"

The host had a complex expression: "He is a demon, but now he is devoted to Buddha."

The man who knocked on the door laughed loudly.

"Hahahahaha!"

"What a man who devotes himself to Buddha!"

"What a demon-slayer!"
Chapter completed!