"No way! Impossible! Wait to die!"

"you……"

Pal has a black line on his face, the **** of death is conscious that he did not fall into his hands at all! He talked to her in a good voice, but she didn't appreciate it!

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Said viciously, and then Pal took the God of Death to the storage area and tied her to a thick wooden stick.

"What are you doing? Let me go, or I..."

The **** of death glared at Pal, with threatening words in his mouth, apparently unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

"hehe."

Parr shook his head without saying a word, and fiddled with objects that were not very controlled by his mental power.

First, find the barbecue from the storage area, ignite the charcoal with flint, then find the cold and fresh rabbit meat that was frozen in the ice bucket, and finally, Parr's best grilling.

The above-mentioned things are all used by Parr in the corner of the palm space to deal with various situations. I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Pal's magic realm has reached five stars, and he can use his mental power to move some objects that are not heavy. With the aid of the black dagger, it is very easy to bake the meat after cutting it into small pieces, and it does not cost much mental power. .

...

Stab it!

Soon the roasting meat was on fire. Parr controlled the small bottle containing the secret barbecue ingredients with his mind, and sprinkled it lightly, and the aroma of the fresh roasted meat and the secret roasting ingredients rose instantly.

Gudong!

The God of Death was **** not far away. After smelling the fragrance, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Both big eyes seemed to be glowing. The God of Death in this state had no self-control, so she immediately shouted. stand up.

"Damn, give me a taste."

"coming."

With a smile, Parr used his mental power to pick up a skewer of barbecued meat and handed it to the mouth of the God of Death, letting her take a small bite.

Go go go go go go go!

The God of Death was so excited that she had eaten the barbecued meat stored in the space in her palm before, but the taste of the barbecued meat was not as good as the freshly roasted meat.

"I still want it!"

After taking a bite, the **** of death shouted in dissatisfaction, this time Pal no longer gave her, but...

"Tell me, how can I quickly remove the curse from my body?" Pal asked the question while controlling the barbecue to swing in front of the God of Death.

result……

"No way! Impossible! Wait to die!"

The **** of death was very arrogant, and gave Parr to give up the treatment for three consecutive times, then closed his eyes and tilted his head, saying that he would not be tempted.

"You really don't want to eat it? It won't taste good after a while..." Pal didn't give up, and continued to tempt the **** of death with barbecue. If this scene was put into his previous life, it would be a proper start in three years. !

Gudong!

The God of Death swallowed his saliva, opened one eye and glanced at the barbecue in front of him, his upturned little nose twitched, and unknown liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I won't give in!"

The **** of death said so, and then suddenly stretched out his head to bite the barbecue in front of him.

Click!

The upper and lower rows of little white teeth clung together, and the **** of death bit the air.

"Wow wow... you big bad guy bullies me... wow wow... you wait for me..."

The God of Death was silent for a moment, and then struggled to cry loudly. Although the voice was soft and not too harsh, it was still disturbing after listening for a long time.

However, Pal, who was facing a life-and-death crisis, said that he was hard-hearted at this time, and he threw the skewers on the ground in front of the **** of death.

Snapped!

"you……"

The **** of death stopped making trouble, and just stared at Pal with round eyes, as if Pal was throwing a punch.

"I ask you one last time, how can I quickly remove the curse from my body?"

While speaking, Pal moved the remaining barbecue around the God of Death and launched the last wave of offensive.

Gudong!

The **** of death's big eyes wandered, and the expression on her small face was very tangled. On the one hand, she didn't want to succumb to Parr's temptation, on the other hand, she really couldn't control her gluttony!

"Ok!"

In the end, the **** of death succumbed and told Pal an effective method.

...

"Hahahaha...I can feel...hahahaha...you have the same talent as me..."

The God of Death sat on the ground, eating a skewer of barbecued meat in one hand, and only said a word every time he took a bite.

Pal listened quietly beside him. After listening, he opened the data panel and looked at the talent page. His eyes were fixed on talent getting up on time LV4.

Drop, need 10000 life energy points and 10000 spiritual energy to upgrade this talent.

Drop, lack of mental energy points.

Life energy point: 17461

Mental Energy Points: 6540

That's right! The method given by the **** of death is to let Parr get up on time and rise to the peak of his talent.

The peak here is not the full level, but the peak of mortals, which is the fifth level.

In the words of the **** of death, Pal can only get up on time to raise his talent to the peak of mortals, and it is impossible to raise to full level, because that is the domain of gods.

Although it has only risen to the top, it has already broken most of the curses.

only……

"Gudong!"

After swallowing the last mouthful of roasted meat, the God of Death patted his belly, and then said casually, "Just raising the talent of immortality to its peak will not lift the curse on you, but I can take action at that time. Help you, and before that, I can guide you how to elevate the talent of immortality to the pinnacle of mortals."

"Oh?"

Pal turned off the data interface and looked at the **** of death with interest. It was the first time he heard from outsiders that talents could be upgraded, and it was still raised to the pinnacle level of mortals.

However, the **** of death who consciously grabbed the handle of Pal stopped speaking, but got up and climbed onto a wooden box, sitting on the edge of the box and beckoning Pal to come over.

"..."

Pal floated over silently, then watched the **** of death lift up his skirt with a black face, stretched out his white and tender little feet to him, and said with a smile: "Damn, I allow you to kiss me. feet."

In the days of the **** of death, this was the highest reward given to the humblest slave by the superior, who would wear shoes.

The current **** of death can't manage so much. She and Parr think the same, first separate the priority between one person and one god.

If Parr kissed the **** of death's feet, then he shorted the **** of death by one head.

but……

"Neuropathy!"

Where does Parr know about this? He grabbed the **** of death and turned it upside down, pressed it on the wooden box, and slapped and spanked his ass.

"you……"

The **** of death was stunned. She couldn't figure out why Parr would act on her only hope of lifting the curse?

...

"What am I?"

Pal stopped the movement in his hand and asked the **** of death: "Are you going to say it?"

"Don't say it! Don't say it if you kill it, you big rascal wait to die!"

The **** of death lay on top of the box and shook his head repeatedly, and then fell silent for a while. Just when she thought that Parr, who had been threatened with death, was about to soften, she suddenly felt a chill in her buttocks.

"what……"

The **** of death screamed, and Parr ripped off her last fig leaf.

"Don't tell me? Don't tell me I'll strip you!"

Under the threat of death, God knows what will happen? Parr's threat finally paid off.

"I say!"

The God of Death shed tears of humiliation. She bit her lip with a blushing face, glared at Parr viciously after Parr let go of her, and hurriedly held down her skirt.

"Bad bastard, big bastard..."

After muttering for a long time, the God of Death spoke a potion formula at Pal's urging, saying that it could make the dawn immortal, that is, Pal's talent to get up on time to level five.

But this is not what Pal cares about. What he cares about is that the fifth-level talent can't remove the curse of the gods, but the **** of death said that she has a way.

"What else? You didn't say before..."

...

After a moment of silence, the **** of death raised his head and looked at Parr, his little face was no longer childish.

"Big rascal, you have to promise me that you can't bully me anymore, or we'll perish together!"

The last sentence, the **** of death shouted with her eyes closed, and she was forced to panic.

"Row."

Pal nodded perfunctorily, but this was obviously not what the **** of death wanted to see, and she puffed out her cheeks angrily.

"You must promise me!"

"Okay, if you don't believe me, sign the contract."

Pal waved his hand, and the **** of death rolled his eyes directly. She has already determined that Pal is not bound by the contract, sign a contract? What about trouble?

call……

But a contract with magical constraints is not enough, you can also sign a contract in black and white!

The **** of death thought of this and brought it up.

"Row."

Seeing that the **** of death was unrelenting, Parr could only nod in agreement, and then one person and one **** signed a paper contract of peaceful coexistence and non-aggression.

The price for breaching the contract... Whoever violates it is a rookie!

...

Ok! This contract is a bit of a joke~lightnovelpub.net~ But the **** of death is satisfied!

So, the **** of death promised to help Parr get rid of the curse after he got up on time and raised his talent to level five.

The problem Pal is facing now is energy points. His mental energy points are insufficient, and he cannot upgrade his talent to get up on time.

As for the potion formula mentioned by the God of Death, there are some potion materials in there that Pal, who is familiar with the potion materials, does not know, and it is impossible to configure it.

Today's Pal can only use energy points to upgrade his talent to get up on time.

"If I cut cultists in my current state, the harvest may not be enough to consume."

Pal can't automatically recover his physical and mental strength. Now he can only rely on the supplement of energy points. His outside body cannot use his combat energy and skills, and his combat power is higher than that of an apprentice. Therefore, cutting cultists is the way to get energy points. No way.

"But fortunately, the **** in the palm will absorb the souls of the deceased around, and then generate demon souls..."

Parr turned his attention to the hall of the temple, where another demon soul appeared and was running towards it.

brush!

Pal picked up his sword and fell, the demon soul dissipated, and the origin of the soul lifted off and disappeared.

"It's much faster than killing a cultist."

After absorbing it, Parr looked at the 100 mental energy points credited on the data panel with a long sigh, and then turned his attention to the neglected Book of Death not far away. If he remembered correctly, there were quite a few ruins in it. Death is the soul of man, and there is even a soul of a god.

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