Fairy contract

"Madam, the young master still doesn't reply and won't let us in," the maid said anxiously as she stood in front of Lin Nan.

"It's okay, Xiaocui, please go down and help first. Master, don't worry about him, just let him be alone there." Lin Nan waved his hand to the maid to leave.

Compared to Shang Hao, Lin Nan and Shang Qian were more open-minded about Carlo's death.As Carlo said, he was just a passerby to the Shang Mansion. In the past 15 years, Shang Hao was the only one in the entire Shang Mansion that he really cared about.

After Shang Hao woke up, the first thing he did was to go to Carlo's independent courtyard, lock the door, and not let anyone in.The maid taking care of Shang Hao was naturally very anxious, but Lin Nan knew that any comfort with Shang Hao at this moment would not be as effective as letting Shang Hao calm down by himself. The only way to do this was to wait for Shang Hao to truly come out on his own.

In the courtyard, Shang Hao sat on a square stone step and looked at the tree in the courtyard. The tree was covered with dense sword marks. These were the marks left by his sword practice when he was a child.

Slowly walking forward, Shang Hao pulled out a wooden sword stuck in the soil beside the tree, gently wiped off the soil attached to the tip of the sword, raised the sword, and released the magic power of thunder.

Just like this, following the memory in his mind, he moved one move at a time, without any rules at all.But Shang Hao was immersed in this state, looking back on past memories.

"boom......"

An explosion pulled Shang Hao out of his memory.

Looking down at the wooden sword with only the hilt left in his hand, the broken wood chips on the ground were slowly burning. After all, the wooden sword could not carry the violent thunder magic.

He looked up at the steps at the door of the hut with expectation, but then looked away in disappointment.

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground, and Shang Hao slowly knelt down on the ground. At this time, the blood covenant formation between his eyebrows suddenly lit up.

"Xin...Xin Xin Xin..."

The magic power emitted by the magic circle condensed into the figure of the nymph, and the two pairs of wings behind the instigator flew around Shang Hao.There was a sound coming from his mouth to comfort Shang Hao.

After the blood contract was established, Shang Hao and Nying Fu's spirits were connected. Although Shang Hao couldn't understand Nying Fu's language, he could understand her meaning, and Nying Fu could also feel Shang Hao's emotional changes. .

"Ning Fu, I'm fine, thank you!" Shang Hao stretched out his hand to hold her down, looked at her and said with a smile.

But the smile on Shang Hao's face flashed away. He glanced at the hilt of the wooden sword on the ground. Shang Hao picked it up. The thunder magic in his hand condensed, and the thunderstorm started. The hilt of the wooden sword turned into debris and burned. Falling into the pile of ashes from before.

Nying Fu looked at Shang Hao and slowly flew up from his hand.

"whisper..."

"Nymph you?"

What Nying Fu meant at this time was that she had a sword, but Shang Hao was still full of doubts about what Nying Fu meant.

Just when Nying Fu flew in front of Shang Hao, Nying Fu raised her little hand, stretched out her index finger, condensed the magic power of light on her fingertips, and drew an extremely complex magic circle in the air.

While Nymph was drawing the magic circle, the thunder magic and life magic in Shang Hao's body began to radiate out of the body uncontrollably.Mixed with the nymph's light magic, it was integrated into the magic circle.

The magic circle gradually took shape, and Nymph uttered several syllables that Shang Hao had never heard before. At the same time, ancient elven writing began to appear around the magic circle, and two of the ancient elven writings Shang Hao could identify were "Creation" , the rest are unknown.

The ancient elven text floats up and down, with the word "Creation" as the core, forming the shape of a sword. The style is streamlined, just like the wooden sword Carlo carved for Shang Hao.The strong magic power condensed in the magic circle slowly flowed with the ancient elven script at this time, and condensed into an entity.

As the movement of Nymph's hand stopped, all the magic power was condensed, and the ancient elven inscriptions were carved on the sword like patterns.

"Ringlingling"

Nying Fu's voice was a little urgent, and Shang Hao immediately understood what Nying Fu meant.

Stretching out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling in his palm.The sword is three fingers wide and seven feet long.The sword is pregnant with violent thunder magic power, and at the same time, this violent thunder of destruction is mixed with infinite vitality.

After Nying Fu finished all this, her body flying in the air suddenly shook a few times. Shang Hao hurriedly stretched out his left hand to catch Nying Fu. After Nying Fu landed on Shang Hao's hand, the two pairs of wings on her back hung down, and she sat on Shang Hao's hand. , looked at Shang Hao with wide eyes.

"Principle..Principle..Principle.."

"You mean this is the sword that Uncle Carlo used to use?"

"whisper......"

"Did you fuse my magic power and re-concentrate it?"

"..."

"Can the sword be put away with a blood pact like yours?"

Shang Hao listened to Nymph's words and activated the Blood Pact Array between his eyebrows. The long sword in his hand turned into a ray of light, submerged into his eyebrows, and floated in the place where Nymph originally slept.

After putting away the long sword, Shang Hao put Nymph on his shoulder and walked to the bluestone steps at the door of the cabin to sit down.It was getting late at this time, and stars were faintly visible in the sky.

"By the way, Nymph, can you still remember what happened to Uncle Carlo?"

Shang Hao looked up at the sky and asked Nymph.

Ning Fu shook her head. Although Shang Hao didn't see it, he and Ning Fu were connected in spirit, so he naturally knew Ning Fu's answer at this time.

"That's right. Uncle Carlo said that you have lost your memory, so let's go find it together?"

"whisper......"

"Your memory is not lost, but blocked?"

"whisper......"

"I think so. Uncle Carlo may not want me to know those things, but I will definitely find out on my own."

"Does that sword have a name?"

"whisper......"

"Elf King Sword? I understand, thank you Nymph"

After hearing what Shang Hao said, Nying Fu flew around Shang Hao twice happily, then flapped her wings, slowly landed next to Shang Hao, and sat on the ground.Shang Hao glanced at Nymph, who was sitting on the steps next to him but seemed untroubled, and felt a little sad.

Carlo left and took away everything he could, just like Nymph's memory. After Carlo sealed it, he told Shang Hao that Nymph had lost her memory, just because he didn't want Shang Hao to understand. His past, but Carlo obviously underestimated Shang Hao's determination.

"Nymph, do you miss Uncle Carlo?" Shang Hao asked, turning to look at Nymph sitting on the steps next to her, shaking her legs slightly.

Nying Fu, who was a little happy at first, slowly calmed down when she heard Shang Hao's words. After a while, she looked up at Shang Hao and shook her head gently.Nymph shook her head to express that she didn't know how she felt now. After the memory was blocked, Nymph's memory of Carlo was only for a short period of time after she woke up.

"I think you probably miss him too, right? After all, Uncle Carlo is so kind to you. He rarely smiles, but he smiles so happily when he looks at you. He blocks your memory, maybe because he wants to remove you from the world. Let’s separate some things and protect you!”

After Shang Hao finished speaking, he put his hands behind his head and lay down gently on the steps. Seeing this, Nymph imitated Shang Hao's example and lay down on the ground. Shang Hao gently touched it with his other hand. Nymph smiled, but then became quiet again, just lying there quietly.