"Do you think you got me?" Fang Lin said expressionlessly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Dream Falling Flower furrowed her brows slightly: "You're in this state already, do you still have any tricks up your sleeve?"
As she spoke, Dream Falling Flower began to walk towards Fang Lin, a murderous intent spread across her face.
In her eyes, Fang Lin was a dead man. To avoid unnecessary complications, she no longer wished to waste time with Fang Lin, and prepared to kill him, retrieve the Sacred Medicine from his body, and take everything he had.
Watching Dream Falling Flower advancing step by step, Fang Lin's expression turned grim, yet he made no move.
When Dream Falling Flower stood before him, her slender leg was only a few inches from Fang Lin - close enough to be touched.
