Shen Yanxiao took the three plants from her interspatial ring. A pale gray mist hung over the item.
An exquisite smell invaded Freud's nostrils. He was like a beast that had eaten the best part of the meat. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath with satisfaction.
"Oh, how I miss that taste." Freud opened his eyes, and they glared passionately.
He had not inhaled that smell for hundreds or even thousands of years. That was the dark aura that could only belong in the demon race territory, and it was the source of the demon's existence.
"I didn't expect that you could get such good stuff." Freud stuck his tongue out and licked his lips.
He did not have any food, but he appeared to be content.
"What do you think?" Shen Yanxiao asked.
"Deal." Freud smiled.
On the day they met, Shen Yanxiao made a pact with Freud.
If Shen Yanxiao could provide Freud with infinite dark elements, he would render a service to her.
