Chapitre 1001: He Might Need Time

Actually… she didn't understand what was written on it either.

"It's the contract with the slave mark flute. If I want the seal lifted, the flute has to lift it without question."

"If the contract is with the flute, why are you looking for me?"

Lu Fenying threw the contract back to her and left.

Mo Qian'er felt helpless as she watched him leave.

The slave mark flute is yours. Who else can I ask?

She then put the slave mark flute and the contract together, and the shadow of the slave mark flute appeared. "It seems that my master doesn't want to undo it for you."

"Now what? The contract was made with you back then. You said that I was ungrateful earlier. I've already told him that I won't leave him, but he still won't keep his promise. Do you want to see him suffer the Heavenly Tribulation?"

Mo Qian'er was a little angry and hated the slave mark flute for not keeping its promise.