"Everything on you is mine!" Jagger said with a degree of madness.
I sneered, "Someone like you, worthy of cooperating with others?"
"Enough of the chatter!" Jagger became even more frenzied.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm going to imprison you and make you wish for death every day!"
"Aren't you a Master of Medicine God Pavilion? I will force you to give me all your formulas! Make sure you have enough, because that would allow you to live a little longer..."
Looking at the woman in front of me, almost losing her mind, I felt a deeper repulsion.
"What you want is on me, come on," I said coldly.
Jagger suddenly clutched the folding fan in her hand, and a vigorous gust of wind immediately began to wrap around her.
Her aura was trembling, and her hair had risen, like a mad shrew!
"I'll disable you!" Jagger screamed spectrally, her whole body drifting forward.
The folding fan in her hand carried a strange aura, and strands of brightly-colored light slowly emanated.
