Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
âThe group leader is Eldest Young Master Yuchi, and the investor is the Monarchâs most pampered little nephew, this backingâ¦.. weâre unable to compare with them.â Ye Qing Luo gave a light laugh.
âIn what way are we not comparable?â Ni Ruo Pan out her hand around Ye Qing Luoâs arm, as her submissive eyes, as a sliver of mischievous look appeared on it, âOur backing is the Overlord, who else can be bigger than our backing?â
ââ¦â Alright, Ni Ruo Pan this little lass, actually turned bad from following them around, learning how to tease her as well!
Since the Iron Blood Warriors have already held in their reigns, Ye Qing Luo and the others naturally didnât chase after them.
Yuchi Pengâs words were very right.
They were about to register for a mercenary group, so there must absolutely be no accidents at all.
If they really clashed against Yuchi Peng, then there was a huge possibility that it might affect the, ruining their success of registering for a mercenary group.
The few of them naturally had no mood to continue window shopping, so they returned to the teahouse, and each of them ordered a cup of tea, while waiting for the other brothers to return.
The heroic act which the four of them had displayed earlier, had already been passed around the entire marketplace through those stall owners mouths.
When the teahouse boss brought over a pot of tea, he specially stared at them for a while more.
âYou few ladies, really are like new born ox which havenât met a tiger, you donât know how fiendish that bunch of Iron Blood Warriors can be.â
When the teahouse boss saw these few ladies, being so bright and beautiful, he couldnât help but add in a few words of worry, âToday theyâre rushing off to register for their mercenary group, so they let you off for now. But after they finished registeringâ¦..â
The teahouse boss paused, as he lowered his voice, âThey will absolutely not let you off, so you need to be very careful in whatever you do!â
âThank you for the reminder.â Ye Qing Luo could tell that the teahouse boss was worried for her, as her lips curled.
Teahouse boss took a couple more glances at them as he shook his head, and with a sigh, he went off to be busy with the other tables.
âMet with trouble?â Sitting right on the opposite, was the usually silent Long Yun Zhan who had been indulging in his tea, when he suddenly spoke out.
That pair of azure blue eyes, was fixed on Ye Qing Luoâs face.
âSmall matter.â Ye Qing Luo shrugged her shoulders as she didnât thought much of it.
âSmall matter?â Long Yun Zhanâs brows creased slightly, as that teacup was placed heavily on the table, âSurrounded by twenty over people, all twenty of them had weapons in their hands, thatâs called small matter?â
âHavenât you always been sitting here drinking your tea? How did you know I was surrounded by twenty over people?â
âHeard about it.â Long Yun Zhanâs eyes wandered, as he unnaturally shifted away his gaze, settling on the side of Ye Qing Luo, on the man who was drinking his tea elegantly, âI also heard that when you were surrounded by those men, the Overlord pushed you there, whereas he stood in the crowd, as though it had nothing to do with him.â
When he said those last few words, he was evidently upset, as his words were spat out word by word through his clenched teeth.
Ye Qing Luo went into a short blank, and she took a while before she reacted over, âYouâre mistaken la, Ah Xuan heâ¦..â
Before she could finished her words, her waist area suddenly tightened, and the man beside her had already pulled her into his embrace.
The manâs black hair, were like cloud and mist as it poured down onto her.
The manâs jaw was felt on her shoulder.
âSpeaking of that, as the class monitor, werenât you also a bystander when Lil Luoâer was surrounded?â The manâs deep voice, was bewitching, as it rang beside her ear.
Long Yun Zhanâs expression sunk, as the grip holding on to the teacup tightened, âThatâs not the same.â
âIndeed isnât the same.â Di Mo Xuan totally agreed while nodding his head, as he threw a glance from the corner of his eye at Long Yun Zhan, âIâm Lil Luoâerâs future husband, youâ¦.. indeed cannot be put on the same level as me.â
âYou!â Long Yun Zhanâs blundering rage at the bottom of his heart, was surging up again.
He usually didnât reflect much emotions and he could usually settle anything peacefully.
But right now, after Di Mo Xuanâs provocation, he was unable to suppress the rage in his inner heart.