Volume 1, Chapter 62: Negotiating Terms, Acquiring the Treasure!

If the dark pollution brought by the dungeon cannot be eradicated, the consequences faced by the elven tribe will likely be far more severe than what Catherine described. After all, when discussing cooperation, no one would naively spill all their troubles, as that would be exposing their own weaknesses to opponents.

Catherine was slightly startled, but immediately responded with a smile, "Naturally, there is no problem, Lord Lin Yi."

"As long as you are willing to lend a hand to the elven tribe, please feel free to make any demands."

Lin Yi said nothing. Under the elven priest's puzzled gaze, he stood up and took out two tokens: the Wind Elf Card and the Elf's Tear!

A trace of sadness flashed in Catherine's eyes as she gently stroked the tear-shaped elf...

Ye Lishang changed Ai Qiaoqiao's dressing again, wrapping her head in fresh gauze. In the end, unable to bear the thought, he had his attendant inform Aunt Bai that he suddenly had matters to attend to and would rest in the front courtyard.

The imperial street was extremely wide, spacious enough for eight carriages to drive abreast. Shops, taverns, tea houses, and chess clubs lined both sides of the street. Walking along the imperial street, one could occasionally spot foreigners with green eyes and golden hair.

With my permission, Zhang Yang walked back to his original spot, greeted his fellow martial brothers and sisters, and began making preparations.

"If you have something to say, just say it out loud. Keeping it bottled up inside isn't good; it's easy to get sick." Ye Lishang raised a hand and patted her head.

Yet, despite bickering for half a lifetime, they never divorced, though that imperfect marital relationship left Mr. Zhuang with deep psychological shadows.

After consecutively visiting six holding points, as the final batch of prisoners was released, Niu Sanpao seized the chaotic moment to grab Zheng Yi's hand once again. Zheng Yi's hand, originally freezing cold in the raindrops, along with her rather unremarkable complexion, instantly flushed red.

Lu Wu felt deeply depressed. He brought her out today to make her happy, but what kind of people did they keep running into?

Wen Buming often frequented other villages to gamble. When he won money, he would get dead drunk, and on his way back, he would sometimes be targeted by people eyeing his winnings and beaten up along the way.

However, Yun Jin had no intention of courting death by capturing ghosts again, nor did she regret it. After all, compared to losing her hands, escaping safely was much better.

Peter fell silent, and just at that moment, a familiar figure stepped out from behind George.

Though the old man had a poor temper, he was upright and righteous with many friends. When Qin Kun used to mess around and not study properly in middle school, eventually dislocating the director's nephew's arm, some of those friends cut ties with Qin Mingguang.

"A table like that one would suit our tastes," someone remarked, and the others nodded in agreement.

He originally wanted to track down Yang Lin directly, but after several empty searches, Qin Yun simply decided to stay put in Divine Capital and wait for a hare. Unable to catch Yang Lin's trail, he had no choice but to put effort into targeting other key figures.

The seeds were planted in two separate locations—one for peach blossoms and one for apricot blossoms. When planting them, they were not aligned in straight lines, but rather arranged according to the Eight Trigrams of the Yellow Emperor.

Gilney left excitedly clutching the money. Qin Kun stretched and dismissed this plague of a god, finally able to relax for a moment.

With Shaodian's words hitting right home, everyone felt comforted. They were no longer worried, but instead chatted and discussed animatedly with smiles.

Ginger really is spicier when it's old. Grandma's eyes had recovered, her mind had cleared, and some of her hidden abilities were starting to show.

Rito was dragged firmly into the inner room by Lala. If the front of the shop was like a mainstream anime, then the back room was an unadulterated adult-themed world.

Due to the difference in build, the uniform felt slightly tight on Wei Feng, but fortunately, the fabric had good elasticity, allowing him to squeeze into it. Once dressed, Wei Feng felt as though he had donned a superhero suit.

Hearing Wu Kai's words, the thugs, terrified of speaking too slowly and incurring Wu Kai's wrath, began eagerly confessing everything they knew in a scramble. Meanwhile, the two guards who had gone out in search of this Brother Jiang walked back in, supporting a young man who had passed out.

Ten meters in front of him, a "bang" rang out—the sound of two bullets colliding in mid-air and exploding.

According to Uncle Chu's diagnosis, due to severe dysfunction of the internal organs and the drastic decline of many physiological functions, Lan Zi was relying entirely on the Vine Fruit to prolong her life. If one wished for Lan Zi's recovery, it would require legendary spiritual medicine that did not exist in the world.

Ever since the Black Dragon restored its physical form here, Duoluo deduced that this place was an illusion where whatever one thought in one's mind became reality.

Lin Yuxuan reached out her fair arms to wrap around Wu Kai's neck, closing her eyes to savor this long-lost feeling.

Finally, Kouichi Shito waited for his opportunity. To deal with the extremely sound-sensitive dead bodies, the mansion's defense forces used homemade explosives rigged with alarms. A guard ignited the fuse of a prepared homemade explosive and activated the alarm.

"Of course, whatever you take at face value turns out to be an idiot. Every species has its exceptions, right?" Long Tian felt somewhat wounded, having played the fool once and remaining one for so many years.

Tang Yan held her very tightly, yet his tone remained completely calm, as if stating a decision that had already been made, leaving no room for objection.

Yet! Just halfway through his words, he was horrified to notice that, across the vast distance, Jiang Fan was actually looking directly at him.

This feeling hadn't arisen in a long time. Occasionally enjoying such a feeling in solitude was also a kind of happiness.

Ling Yun felt his heart thump violently, frightened by the eerie scene before him, and began stepping backward, one pace at a time.

"Hahaha..." Lan Ziqian burst into laughter, recalling Shichen's performance back at the Spirit Testing Platform of the Lanyun Sect. Master and disciple were cut from the same cloth; the master lacked a spirit root, and the disciple lacked a spirit root as well—what a frequent coincidence.

"Is Wan'er sister alright?" Qing Feng brought breakfast to Chu Henli, looking somewhat worriedly at Wan'er as he slowly asked.

Amidst the dense thorns, the forest spirit had killed a member of the demon race—a giant snake covered entirely in patterned scales.

With a single palm strike, Third Master Yuan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, not stopping until it slammed heavily into a roadside tree.

Choosing one of the shops with decent business, Lin Feng stepped inside and began communicating in the local dialect.

"You... do you really dare to shoot?" Chu He's smile vanished, because he directly sensed Jiang Fan's resolute attitude.

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Feng Xue's amused expression shifted from an indulgent smile to an ambiguous half-smile.

I shook my head hard, handed the fallen flashlight to Chu Nanfeng, and continued moving forward. To my surprise, this time no one followed behind me.

Tang Yuan was putting on makeup; his eyes were large and bright, and his dyed light brown hair had slightly curled ends, making him look fluffy, lazy, and extremely handsome.

Cuddled in Ye Yunkong's arms, she wasn't cold at all, and the height of the redwoods allowed them to overlook the entire region.

Yuanbao's true form was rather special, so it usually chose to appear before people in other shapes. If its true form manifested, let alone in this world, even the resulting commotion within the Linhuang Kingdom would be on a massive scale.

Young Master Tang Yuan: Where is the place in the photo? It looks so familiar. I was just doing a scouting mission and seemed to have passed right by it.

Of course, she didn't expect him to help; she just needed someone to take the blame for her when Ji Chenfeng came knocking to confront her.

He was a person willing to invest time in striving for perfection, but that didn't mean he would tolerate a theme song failing to be recorded even after several months.