Jiang Yan stared at Lyon Jiajia's body with ill intent, as though every inch of fabric on him might burst into gold coins.
Lyon Jiajia was somewhat speechless, but considering that Jiang Yan had once saved his life—and more importantly, he apparently could not beat Jiang Yan—
He said, "What do you want? Just say it. I, Lyon Jiajia, have nothing except everything else."
"Young Master, you're certainly decisive." Jiang Yan praised him, rubbing his fingers together as he sized Lyon Jiajia up.
His gaze swept lightly over Lyon Jiajia's body.
Lyon Jiajia's backside went cold. As if sensing something, he covered his chest and said shyly, "Not there~"
Jiang Yan:?
Jiang Yan silently took a step back, lest this pervert take advantage of him.
Looking at Lyon Jiajia's clothes, he said seriously, "How much do you think your life is worth?"
Lyon Jiajia answered without hesitation, "Of course, it's priceless!"
"This young master is still young. I've got plenty of blessings left to enjoy!"
Listen to that—what an infuriating thing to say. Yet coming from Lyon Jiajia's mouth, it somehow sounded perfectly reasonable.
"How about this? Since Young Master's life is so valuable, trading a set of God-tier Armament for it shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The moment Lyon Jiajia heard that, he immediately backed away several steps. This time, he covered his backside.
Overcome with grief and indignation, he said, "So you really have improper designs on this young master!"
Jiang Yan broke out in a cold sweat. "I'm not asking you to take off your clothes. I want a promise from you."
Only then did Lyon Jiajia understand Jiang Yan's meaning. He immediately patted his chest and promised, "No problem. Once we get out, this young master will give you a set of God-tier Armament identical to