The Devil Is an Anti-War Activist

"Give me your blood and promise you eternity." The devil's voice was deep and majestic, as if he was speaking to Luo Jin and reciting an ancient spell. Before she finished speaking, the flower vine at the flower stem of the pansy suddenly broke, and nearly half of her beautiful face on the calyx withered instantly, and the petals fell off. "Please... Don't..." Luo Jin begged with a tearful voice. The whole flower was wilting and drooping, but it was still begging for mercy. The Demon King was unmoved and threw her to the ground. At this moment, Luo Jin was like an abandoned flower after a heavy rain. The flower vines were broken and drooping, and the petals were scattered on the ground. It was messy and looked like it had been trampled on, which made people feel pity. Lin Qi stared at all this in trance, and did not come back to her senses until the Demon King spoke. She felt pity for Luo Jin in her heart: she was lying on the ground, with flower vines covering her broken face, crying heartbreakingly, and the petals covered the ground like tears, which was sad and moving. The Demon King looked down from a high position: "Luo Jin, if you are dissatisfied with my treatment, you can leave at any time." Luo Jin did not say a word, only wrapped a small flower vine around the Demon King's ankle, expressing his feelings silently. "Lin Qi, do you still remember the heartfelt oath you just made?" The Demon King suddenly turned around and asked him. Lin Qicao nodded in astonishment, and the Demon King continued: "Then just as you said, you will sacrifice your soul, blood and death to follow me."