Jiang Fan smiled and said, "How can I be at ease if I don't control you, an Eight-winged Archangel?"
Linglong was both ashamed and furious, "Jiang Fan! Let me go immediately!"
"Otherwise, you and Chaoge will never be good in your next life!"
Watching her struggling fiercely, Jiang Fan stroked his chin.
He took out a bamboo mat.
Seeing the bamboo mat, Linglong's delicate body trembled, her round full chest shook:
"Don't mess around, I will kill you!"
Jiang Fan said, "Don't worry, I just want you to take a nap."
"When you wake up, you'll find yourself in the Void."
After all, this woman saved his life and bore no malice toward Chaoge.
Jiang Fan couldn't kill her.
He could only wait to cooperate with the Asura Saint and then exile her into the Void.
Then, it would not be possible for her to come to the Southern Heavenly Realm to find him for trouble anymore.
Saying that, he wrapped the bamboo mat around her.
