Without Five Thousand Years of Civilization, How Could Even Insults Be So Refined?

Chapter 835: Without Five Thousand Years of Civilization, How Could Even Insults Be So Refined?

The atmosphere in the dungeon instantly grew tense.

Melanie was only twenty-four, but she was already a battle-hardened God Hunter.

After purifying a haunted town and containing a Barbie Doll, her team had continued on, entering a dense forest shrouded in fog.

As they walked, their companions began disappearing one after another. While everyone was trying to figure out what to do, Melanie suddenly lost her sight. Her entire world went black.

Then she felt something constricting her neck, followed by sharp pain and suffocation!

Melanie kicked hard, trying to find something to stand on and stop herself from hanging there. But the next moment, the pressure around her neck loosened, and her body began to fall.

She landed hard on her backside. It hurt, and she even twisted an ankle, but Melanie had no time to worry about that. The instant her vision returned, she swept her gaze across the room.

A dungeon!

Two people from Nine Provinces!

The man was handsome, tall, and imposing. Especially now, he looked calm and composed—clearly a formidable fighter.

The woman was beautiful, with a stunning figure. Her long legs were especially enviable—even Melanie was jealous. But she had a worried look between her brows. Judging by her muscles, it was hard to tell how strong she was, but she was definitely no match for the man.

So Melanie made her the target and lunged at her, ready to take her hostage.

It looked like these two had saved her, but Melanie was cautious. She wasn't going to gamble on their good intentions.

With a hostage, she could ensure her own safety. And having one would make it easier to get information, too.

I can always apologize afterward!