Jiang Fan, feeling slightly surprised, put away the three arrows and said, "Who exactly are you?"
Originally, he thought she was oppressing Xia Chaoge, but now it didn't seem entirely that way.
For a moment, Jiang Fan couldn't discern their relationship.
Linglong smiled faintly as flames ignited behind her.
Eight pairs of golden, splendid wings gently flapped, emitting a vast pressure.
Jiang Fan's pupils contracted sharply: "Eight-winged Archangel!"
He had considered that this woman was hiding her strength but never imagined such depth of concealment.
Linglong teased, "Dare to say what you just said one more time."
Jiang Fan replied without hesitation, "Eight-winged Archangel."
"The sentence before that."
"Who are you."
"That particularly tough sentence!"
"Hello, sister."
...
Linglong's face stiffened, quite stunned for a moment.
She looked at Jiang Fan's eyes with an unfamiliar expression.
