The defensive forces around Xu Jingtang were destined to be weak.
They even thought that perhaps the capture and kill process would proceed extremely smoothly.
"Clang!" Jin Jian walked over, tossing the heavy alms bowl to Zhao Douan. The young priestess picked up her broken glasses, put them on her nose with some heartache, and said, "Spoils of war, it's yours."
This was Kongzhu's Magic Artifact.
In the last moment, it was thrown to hit her, but she picked it up again.
Huh? The little money-grubber has changed? Not wanting such a valuable item? Zhao Douan looked at her in surprise.
Jin Jian, wearing the cracked glasses, raised her chin and hummed proudly, justifying, "Trade it for money for me!"
She paused for a moment and added, "I'll only take the share that I deserve!"
"..."
Alright, as expected of you... Zhao Douan almost couldn't hold it in, wondering what went through this little head every day, feeling as if she would risk her life for money...
