As evening fell into a daze, Satan seemed to sense it, and his eyes showed signs of regaining their clarity.

I dare not let my imagination run wild anymore; getting through my heat cycle safely is the most important thing.

More than two months passed in this period.

Despite the death threat from Xiang Wan, 007 ultimately failed to bring his long-coveted snake baby into the world.

To avoid the awkwardness of waking up, Xiang Wan unhesitatingly sent Satan a dream of hedonism and debauchery.

If it weren't for such intimate contact, she wouldn't have had a chance to escape his control.

007 said there was nothing he could do about terminating the contract, so what could Xiang Wan do?

She felt the system wasn't telling the truth, but she didn't want to dwell on it.

The villain's way of thinking is beyond her comprehension.

One second they might be entwined, the next they might be facing death.

It's always good to have a backup plan.

After emerging from the ice eggshell, Xiang Wan hurried along the cave crevice toward the dwarves.

Even if it weren't for Satan's robes, she would still go and settle accounts with them.

They were partly responsible for the original owner's death, so how could they let them go?

Dwarves enjoy mining and are also skilled at digging tunnels.

Wherever there are precious ores suitable for making weapons, there you will find their traces.

The cave we saw earlier was abandoned by the dwarves after they mined the ore.

Living underground year-round, they are also adept at concealing traces left after moving.

However, this was no problem for Xiang Wan.

She has a system, who is she afraid of?

The system covered its face, and it was at this moment that the host realized it was useful.

Three hundred feet underground, after turning a corner, the clanging and knocking sounds continued.

"Long Beard, when is the clan chief coming back? We've been digging for almost half a month and haven't even seen a single crystal fragment. Could we have taken the wrong map?"

A burly, middle-aged dwarf was idly chiseling at the rock with a hoe.

The hoe was made of refined iron fused with molten rock, and was extremely sharp for digging and chiseling rocks.

However, over time, damage is inevitable.

Fire rocks are scarce and repairs are troublesome, so this middle-aged dwarf cherishes his tools and naturally won't waste his energy like the bearded man next to him.

The middle-aged dwarf's eyes gleamed. After digging another hole with his hoe, he leaned against the rock, sat down, and casually took out a wine flask, taking a big gulp.

The one known as the one with the long beard was also a middle-aged dwarf with a scar near his eye, giving him a somewhat fierce appearance.

He glanced at his companion disdainfully and said irritably, "Blue Eyes, if you're feeling the urge to drink, don't come here. If someone sees you, you're in big trouble."

In fact, the bearded man had a bad temper. If it weren't for the fact that Blue Eyes was his childhood friend and they had a life-or-death bond, he would have kicked him out long ago.

"Burp, what's wrong with taking a sip? We're stuck in this cave all day long, how can we survive without this drink?"

Blue Eyes had only taken a few sips when his nose turned bright red, and he hiccuped, "We used to be so carefree, working whenever we wanted. Unlike now, we have to get involved with other tribes. Look at us, working ourselves to the bone, what's the point? I really don't know what the chieftain is thinking."

After finishing his drink, Blue Eyes tossed the empty wine flask aside, lay down on the ground, and started snoring.

The man with the long beard glanced at the blue-eyed man, shook his head, and continued digging inside.

There are thousands of such pairs of people digging holes here.

As Xiang Wan emerged from a crevice in a protruding rock, she overheard the two men's conversation.

Inside the cave, things were bustling with activity, and the pair were getting a little complacent, which played right into Xiang Wan's hands.

With a flick of her hands, the two dwarves were frozen in place.

The cave only reached her waist; she had to bend over to get in.

Finding it too troublesome, Xiang Wan simply froze them, pulled them one in each hand into the gap they had come from, and then blocked the entrance.

Blue Eyes was still asleep, but Long Beard was glaring and puffing out his cheeks, his anger level soaring, and his whole face turned red, like a boiled shrimp.

Everyone says that dwarves have bad tempers. Before they've even done anything, they've already turned red with anger. They really are the kind of people who look down-to-earth.

"Stop yelling and answer a few questions, or he'll become a work of art."

When threatening someone for the first time, Xiang Wan was relatively tactful.

His long beard and round eyes were practically bulging out, as if he were about to explode.

To prove she wasn't lying, Xiang Wan reluctantly petrified Blue Eyes' limbs.

Even localized petrification is a difficult task for her.

If she could, she would also like to turn Blue Eyes into a sculpture, but that would not conform to the core socialist values.

If we're unsure whether he's a bad person, we should leave him some room to defend himself. What if we're wrong? Wouldn't that damage her upright and kind image?

System: I don't believe you for a second!

"The first question is, where did the map come from?"

After asking the question, I noticed that the man with the long beard was trembling at the corners of his mouth but couldn't speak.

Xiang Wan clapped her hands, but hadn't yet released the pressure point.

With an ice needle pressed against the blue-eyed man's neck, he seemed ready to silence him if the man with the long beard remained silent or made too much noise and attracted others.

If you speak to her gently and don't force her to use violence, she's still an honest and kind girl.

After releasing the pressure point, the man with the long beard shook his beard vigorously, ultimately showing concern for his childhood friend's life, though his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets.

"Chief, how would I know where it came from?"

Don't tell the truth, force her to take action.

Sigh, these days, you really can't get by without some fighting skills.

With a slight exertion of force, blood appeared on the blue-eyed man's neck, and the long-bearded man breathed heavily, his fists clenched tightly.

“I was just a mine worker. We were used for mining, and when there was no ore, we forged iron. Even if he were killed, I wouldn’t know.”

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