At the end of the conversation, Lanston couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. If he met a monster or a pervert, would he let him live? Yang Lan'er rolled her eyes: "Why should I tell you? But from your appearance, it seems that your previous injuries and strength have not yet fully recovered! You dare to come out and stir up trouble, aren't you a little too arrogant?"

Lanston almost fell to his knees. Who was arrogant? Who was stirring up trouble?

Besides, injuries are painful, and it’s not kind to keep poking at people’s hearts.

"How am I arrogant? The convention stipulates that people cannot easily massacre indigenous people. I was just teasing them." Lanston said helplessly. Who is more arrogant? Did he challenge people of higher levels and abuse them? Yang Lan'er didn't give him any face from beginning to end, okay? "Tsk tsk..." Yang Lan'er chuckled, reached out and patted Lanston's shoulder. Seeing him getting shorter, she said gently, "Then we are also friendly exchanges. I am teasing you!"

Maybe what Lanston said was true, but under the circumstances at the time, the Thunder Squad was either dead or disabled. Many times, being injured and having your strength reduced is more painful than death.

It would be a miracle if she believed Lanston's words. The reason why she hasn't killed him yet is that she has another purpose.

"..." Lanston's eyes were filled with venom, but he smiled awkwardly, as if he didn't take it to heart: "Let's stop playing, okay?"

"Okay, as long as you meet my requirements, we'll be even." Yang Lan'er curled the corners of her mouth, smiling a bit cunningly.

Lanston was startled, and squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "You are not a native, right? You were in our space at that time, going undercover?"

What a lie! He was the one who was always abused. How could this be fair? "Undercover?" Yang Lan'er looked at him from head to toe, which made Lanston feel nervous. "Did you injure your head? Otherwise, why would you have such a wild imagination?"

"Then why are you in my space?" A trace of vigilance flashed across Lanston's eyes.

The East and the West fought fiercely in the Xu Realm, and they could even form various alliances, but there was a convention that prevented them from crossing the border.

In other words, neither side can enter the other's territory, otherwise, everyone will be killed. Even if there is an alliance between Eastern and Western forces, the rules cannot be broken.

This is a sense of territory, and no alliance is greater than this sense.

"It's not okay to get lost. Don't you know there are accidents in this world?" Yang Lan'er laughed and looked at Lanston with contempt. This guy has a deep hatred for the Eastern monks. It's obvious that he has been resentful for a long time. Is it because of the previous fight? Or was it the monks who caused this guy's injury? Yang Lan'er couldn't imagine that Lanston's injury was related to the War of the Gods on the Florian Continent.

Lost? Lanston's forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was such a powerful reason, and most importantly, it was irrefutable.

At this point, Lanston no longer thought about the difficulty of space and space, knowing that he would not get an answer if he asked again.

"So what do you want to do?" Lanston knew that he was going to get into trouble today, so he could only temporarily suppress his desire for revenge and prepare to find another way.

He didn't know what Yang Lan'er was thinking, and thought that no matter how cruel a woman was, she would still be soft-hearted. The most important thing now was to save her life.

"I heard..." Yang Lan'er stretched out her voice: "When you fight with monks, you will collect the spoils?"

Yang Lan'er pondered and got closer to her goal step by step.

There are some things that Lanston naturally cannot know, otherwise, either he should be killed directly or not told, otherwise, the possibility of leakage is too great.

Don't think that she didn't see the sinisterness in Lanston's eyes and the cunning movement of his eyeballs. It was obvious that he was restless and couldn't be a good person.

Yang Lan'er didn't have any trust in Lanston at all.

"Oh, so you want these things?" Lanston suddenly realized. That's right. Among the cultivators on the battlefield, Yang Lan'er's level is the lowest. He had killed countless cultivators before, and the spoils he got were naturally good stuff for Yang Lan'er.

Thinking he had figured everything out, Lanston became calm instead. Money was easy to deal with. After all, many things of the Eastern monks were useless to them. They were just used to show off and compete.

"Okay, if you let me go, I'll give you everything." Lanston was straightforward. It was good to have requests. He was most afraid of having no desires.

Yang Lan'er smiled, knowing that Lanston had misunderstood, but she did not explain. If there were better magic weapons or other cultivation resources, she would not refuse.

"Okay, I'll let you go." Yang Lan'er raised her eyebrows, with a meaningful look in her eyes.

Lanston naturally wouldn't trust anyone easily, but he didn't have many other options, so he said hesitantly, "The monk's promise is serious."

"Of course. If I say I'll let you go, I will." Yang Lan'er sneered. This Lanston is really afraid of death, but he has a very bad temper. Isn't this contradictory?

Having a bad temper means you're more likely to get into trouble, and getting into trouble makes it easier to lose your life. It's a miracle that Lanston is still alive.

Hearing this, Lanston felt a little relieved and took out an exquisite space ring: "It's all here, they are all my spoils of war."

Yang Lan'er took a look at it, but did not take it immediately: "It looks like an oriental storage magic weapon."

"Yes, but the owner of this ring is dead, so it has no owner. I'm not very good at using it, so it's okay to give it to you. I heard that it's very high-end in your place." Lanston said proudly.

This ring is indeed high-end, but he cannot kill the owner of the ring just because he says so. This is because the owner of the ring is so powerful that he cannot kill him. He is just taking advantage of the situation.

But the differences between the East and the West are obvious. Although Lanston was envious, it was of little use to him. In order to increase his persuasiveness, he simply gave it to Yang Lan'er.

No matter how good the thing is, it is far inferior to his own life, not to mention useless? Yang Lan'er narrowed her eyes and did not directly take action. Instead, she used her true energy to form a transparent protective film on her hand to form a glove, and then took the ring.

Because it was done covertly, Lanston watched Yang Lan'er take her hand without noticing anything wrong. Instead, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Here's the thing, you promised to let me go." Lanston's smile was fleeting. He felt a sense of joy at surviving a disaster and completely ignored Yang Lan'er's calm expression.

"Okay, you can go now!" Yang Lan'er was observing the ring between her index and middle fingers, and seemed not to notice Lanston's actions.

Lanston hesitated for a moment, not noticing how strange Yang Lan'er's posture was. He still stepped back, looking at Yang Lan'er warily, as if afraid that she would go back on her word.

Lanston retreated a hundred meters, getting close to the mountain, then suddenly spread his wings and flew away with a whoosh.