Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“The group leader is Eldest Young Master Yuchi, and the investor is the Monarch’s most pampered little nephew, this backing….. we’re unable to compare with them.” Ye Qing Luo gave a light laugh.
“In what way are we not comparable?” Ni Ruo Pan out her hand around Ye Qing Luo’s arm, as her submissive eyes, as a sliver of mischievous look appeared on it, “Our backing is the Overlord, who else can be bigger than our backing?”
“…” 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 didn’t chase after them.
Yuchi Peng’s 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.
“You few ladies, really are like new born ox which haven’t met a tiger, you don’t know how fiendish that bunch of Iron Blood Warriors can be.”
When the teahouse boss saw these few ladies, being so bright and beautiful, he couldn’t help but add in a few words of worry, “Today they’re rushing off to register for their mercenary group, so they let you off for now. But after they finished registering…..”
The teahouse boss paused, as he lowered his voice, “They will absolutely not let you off, so you need to be very careful in whatever you do!”
“Thank you for the reminder.” 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.
“Met with trouble?” 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 Luo’s face.
“Small matter.” Ye Qing Luo shrugged her shoulders as she didn’t thought much of it.
“Small matter?” Long Yun Zhan’s brows creased slightly, as that teacup was placed heavily on the table, “Surrounded by twenty over people, all twenty of them had weapons in their hands, that’s called small matter?”
“Haven’t you always been sitting here drinking your tea? How did you know I was surrounded by twenty over people?”
“Heard about it.” Long Yun Zhan’s 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, “I 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.”
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, “You’re mistaken la, Ah Xuan he…..”
Before she could finished her words, her waist area suddenly tightened, and the man beside her had already pulled her into his embrace.
The man’s black hair, were like cloud and mist as it poured down onto her.
The man’s jaw was felt on her shoulder.
“Speaking of that, as the class monitor, weren’t you also a bystander when Lil Luo’er was surrounded?” The man’s deep voice, was bewitching, as it rang beside her ear.
Long Yun Zhan’s expression sunk, as the grip holding on to the teacup tightened, “That’s not the same.”
“Indeed isn’t the same.” Di Mo Xuan totally agreed while nodding his head, as he threw a glance from the corner of his eye at Long Yun Zhan, “I’m Lil Luo’er’s future husband, you….. indeed cannot be put on the same level as me.”
“You!” Long Yun Zhan’s blundering rage at the bottom of his heart, was surging up again.
He usually didn’t reflect much emotions and he could usually settle anything peacefully.
But right now, after Di Mo Xuan’s provocation, he was unable to suppress the rage in his inner heart.