After giving the injured Jiang Ping An a fright, Demon Illusion Fairy turned her gaze toward the ancient formation.
"Those two damned dogs. I'm truly unwilling to accept that I couldn't kill them with my own hands."
Thinking of how Lu Qi and Song Fei had nearly gotten her killed, the fire in Demon Illusion Fairy's heart surged higher and higher.
Had Jiang Ping An not appeared, she would likely have already fallen.
Jiang Ping An propped himself up on his arms and moved his head away from Demon Illusion Fairy's soft, shapely thighs, saying weakly, "I killed your master's disciples. Your master won't come looking for trouble with me, will she?"
"Coward."
Demon Illusion Fairy mocked Jiang Ping An. "I'll tell Master that I killed them. You won't be implicated."
"That's good."
Jiang Ping An did not want her master to learn of this matter.
Those two were Fu Yang's disciples, after all. No matter how awful they were, Fu Yang might still have favored them.
If Fu Yang learned that he had caused the deaths of her two disciples, she would inevitably bear a grudge against him and bring him trouble.
Demon Illusion Fairy suddenly asked, "Come to think of it, how did you end up here?"
Spirit-Severing Cold Sea was so far from Divine Ruins Holy Land, yet this man had appeared here.
Jiang Ping An told her about Spirit Evolution Divine Hall selecting people through martial contests.
Demon Illusion Fairy suddenly understood. "I'm really lucky to run into you even here. You really are suited to be my mount."
This woman had returned to her former hooligan-like personality.
Jiang Ping An did not respond. Staggering over to the bone axe that had fallen outside the formation, he put it away.
Demon Illusion Fairy pretended not to