"Your wings, Miss ..." Jiao said with hanging sentences when he didn't find a pair of wings on the girl's back.
"Oh that, I omitted it," Fu Xie Lan replied casually.
"E-eliminate it?" Stuttered Jiao repeated Fu Xie Lan's statement as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Wings to fairies are a very valuable asset, if one loses one's wings one will suffer constant pain for life, and the wounds from the existence of the wings will not heal, even using pills or potions from witches. As the words say, wings are as important as life for the fairies.
The Fairy Race felt that death was still better than losing a pair of wings.
"Emm," Fu Xie Lan replied casually as she walked closer to Jiao.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" The girl added again when she found the man's strange gaze on her.
"H-how can you say such bad things so easily?" stuttered Jiao.