"Hm? You're awake?"
Jiang Yao looked at Jingliu.
As though he were looking at a peerless beauty.
Well, Jingliu really was a beauty.
But Jiang Yao swore he harbored no such worldly desires toward her.
He merely coveted her body.
Oh, what a wonderful body.
Riddled with wounds, unshakable in spirit, tormented by being mara-struck, yet still fighting on.
Tsk, simply magnificent.
"You..."
Jingliu's voice was icy, and an ice sword formed in her hand.
Smack!
The sword forged from ice shattered.
Shock surged through Jingliu's heart.
"Be good. Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person."
Jiang Yao patted Jingliu's head to show his goodwill.
Hmm, with cats and dogs and such, all you had to do was pat their heads, right?
"..."
Jingliu fell silent.
"My name is Jingliu, a... native of the Xianzhou. Who are you? What brings you to the Xianzhou?"
Jingliu spoke in a low voice.
She realized she was absolutely no match for Jiang Yao.
But that did not mean she would sit back and await her doom.
Her current cooperation was merely an attempt to gather information.
For now, Jiang Yao's behavior suggested that conversation was possible.
She might as well try to find out what was going on first.
"Oh, right. I'm Jiang Yao, a gourmet for fun."
Only then did Jiang Yao remember that he had yet to introduce himself.
"Jiang Yao..."
Jingliu committed the name to memory.
"As for why I came to the Xianzhou, well, just to get something to eat."
Jiang Yao's manner was sincere.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with that statement.
He had come to the Xianzhou to procure some ingredients.
At least, that had been his original intention.
If that little punk Phantylia had not tried to take away his meal ticket,
Jiang Yao would