The Weakest Contract Spirit? but My Maid World Is the Strongest

When her lips left his, there was still a little water on the corner of her mouth. "Charging completed." Shelia turned her face away, her tone as cold as if she was reporting a mission. Chen Yan awakened a fork at the age of six, and was still moving boxes in E-level dungeons at the age of eighteen. Being thrown into the strange tide by the team to die, he smashed the ice coffin and rescued a girl in a white maid outfit. She slashed through the strange tide with one knife and fell into his arms. System pop-up window: Please complete lip contact within thirty seconds. He kissed her hard. The cold maid's eyelashes trembled slightly, her ears burned light red. After finishing, she turned her head and said, "Speak in advance next time." He thought this was the limit. Later, the maids joined one by one, and the charging method was gradually upgraded. Only then did he know what the real limit was. From the weakest contractor to the ruler of the world, from a useless fork to a white coffin scepter - everyone thought that Chen Yan relied on the maid. Until he passed the command trial alone, the shadows of five maids appeared at the same time, and he cut off the Guixu Star Gate with one stick. They finally shut up. What he received was not a maid, but five gods who were willing to die for him.