The summit of the elf throne

In the city of Miare, it is raining lightly in the sky.

Tarragon wandered the streets with a look of despair on his face. His face was bruised, and his exposed arms and ankles were also bruised and bruised.

His leg was broken and he could only limp on the street. His whole body was in tatters and he looked like a beggar or a homeless man.

The cold autumn rain fell on him, making him shiver with cold, but now that he was homeless, the only place he could go to was probably his sister Linglin's home.

He thought about what he had experienced in the past few days, and his face showed unstoppable cruelty. He recalled Urashima Taro's hypocritical smile and his ruthless look at the end. He even secretly vowed to take revenge on them

"I swear, I will take revenge on Urashima Taro, I will take revenge on the evil ghosts, and I will take revenge on the owner of the cemetery."

Tarragon looked at the increasingly heavy autumn rain and limped towards Ling Lin's residence.

Back in time a few days ago, Tarragon, who had received the money from her sister Linglin, looked high-spirited and excited in her heart when she came to the place where the evil ghost group was temporarily resting.

It took him more than a week to finally get the five thousand yuan requested by Taro Urashima. With this thousand yuan in his hand, Tarragon was in a very happy mood, and even whistled briskly to vent his joy. Feeling.

As long as he has these 5,000 yuan, he can join the Evil Ghost Group and become a formal member of the Evil Ghost Group, and he can also obtain powerful Pokémon like Ghoststone.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel excited, and his face was filled with smiles. He said that the collection of this site is incomplete, please 'Gege Party', if you are already in Gege Party, please turn off the browser ad blocking plug-in , to display all chapter content

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