The Astral Phantom's Tragedy

The Astral Phantom collapsed to the ground, her long purple hair covering her face.

Lan Jue looked at her lying on the ground with a strange expression. Getting her to submit was several times tougher than just killing her. He did not expect that he would succeed in doing so.

Lan Qing looked at Lan Jue and gave him a small nod. Lan Jue smiled. "Brother, you have got yourself a fine bodyguard."

Lan Qing walked to the Astral Phantom's side. With a wave of his right hand, he sucked her up from the ground and carried her on his shoulder. Then, he said in a deep voice, "Hand over those animulaes."

The Astral Phantom said weakly, "Since I'm already yours, don't you think you should give me a gift?"

Lan Jue's face twitched. This woman was indeed making money at the expense of her life! She was still coveting the animulae at a time like this.