Han Jing Jing released her grip on the hunting bow. She did not intend to kill him. Instead, she flashed to black shirt's side and looked at him with a smile.
Black shirt sighed to himself, knowing that he had suffered a great loss today. However, who asked them to deliver themselves to his door? If he wanted to live, he could only beg for han Jingjing's forgiveness.
Without saying anything else, black shirt took out his soul gathering bottle and gave it to Han Jing Jing. Han Jing Jing didn't know how much soul power was in the two bottles, but it was at least half of it. Her instinct told her that these two bottles would be of help to Lin Yi's current situation.
