C2821 Contracts

"Desolate God's contract..."

Faang Fann murmured to himself and placed his hands on Anna's shoulders.

Immediately, a pure white gas entered his sea of consciousness.

"Don't..."

"Let go of me..."

"[Don't be like this...]"

... "It hurts..."

"Ah..."

A heart-wrenching howl came from the cat-eared Anna's mouth, and her expression became increasingly ugly