Chen Xue: "..."
Remembering what she had said earlier, she couldn't help feeling her face burn.
Jiang Chen's mastery of formations probably left her miles behind, yet she had called his work a Ghostly Scrawl.
But then she started grumbling again. After all, who could have imagined that a brute who spent all day chasing ghosts and hammering them with sandbag-sized fists also knew Daoist arts?
"You can look, but not for free," Jiang Chen said, staring at her.
Chen Xue couldn't help pressing her long, shapely thighs together inside her jeans. "What do you want?"
"Well... my request is a bit much." Jiang Chen hesitated.
Noticing that his burning gaze seemed to linger around her chest, Chen Xue grew nervous and backed away a few steps warily.
A request that's a bit much? With a man and a woman alone together, I don't even need to think to know what he wants!
"Tell me what it is first!" she asked, her face a little red, not daring to agree outright.
"Give me that Jade Little Sword of yours in exchange," Jiang Chen said, looking a little embarrassed.
After all, it was her lifesaving trump card.
But one of his rules in life was-never take a loss.
It meant that whatever he did, he couldn't come out at a loss. This wasn't about how much he earned. It was a matter of principle.
"Huh..." Chen Xue stood stunned for a long while.
I thought you were going to ask for something else, but all you want is a Jade Little Sword?
A gorgeous woman like me can't even compare to a lifesaving magical artifact...
She first breathed a sigh of relief, then gritted her teeth a little. Fuming, she reached into her neckline and yanked off the little sword. "Take