Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Long Yun Zhan could tell that Di Mo Xuan intentionally said that with folded arms.
The motive, was to warn himself, that he was Ye Qing Luo’s future husband.
But… why would Di Mo Xuan gave him such a warning?
Long Yun Zhan’s brows were tightly knitted, totally unable to comprehend.
“You… what nonsense are you sprouting!” Ye Qing Luo raised her fist, as she punched Di Mo Xuan’s chest.
Even she had felt it, that Di Mo Xuan was intentionally going against Long Yun Zhan.
“Am I sprouting nonsense?” Di Mo Xuan’s fingers clasped on her lower jaw, as his narrow peach blossom eyes, were filled with water, “In future, we will get married, and I will become your husband, so isn’t that… considered as future husband?”
Ye Qing Luo’s face, turned smoky red entirely.
Her two hands gripped onto Di Mo Xuan’s lapel, and in order to hide her scorching red face, she bit her lips as she lowered her voice, “Who can tell what will happen in future. Moreover, why are you saying such things in front of class monitor and the rest for, you don’t want your face but I still want mine!”
“These, are all your brothers, so I’d like to let them be our witness.” Di Mo Xuan’s eyes were filled with smiles, as he grabbed hold of Ye Qing Luo’s wildly pounding hands, leading it to his lips as he kissed them.
“Ahhhhhhhh~ the minute I came, I saw this lovey dovey scene, my eyes are going blind!”
“If I’d known, I’d go walk another round. Madam Qing Luo and Lord Di always like to show their love upon disagreement!”
Not too far away, the youngsters’ exaggerated howling could be heard.
Di Mo Xuan disguised himself, and Ye Qing Luo specially instructed them, to never greet him as Overlord when they were out.
These youngsters, then directly greeted him as Lord Di.
They had arranged to meet up in one hour’s time at the teahouse, and the minute they came, the first thing they saw was the Overlord holding on and kissing Madam Qing Luo’s hand.
That kiss, was simply too beautiful, making one feel like drawing down this image.
Ye Qing Luo hurriedly withdrew her own hand, as she stared angrily at Di Mo Xuan, and struggled free from his embrace, pretending that nothing had happened as she ran and mixed among these youngsters, “What have you all bought, let me take a look.”
These ten over youngsters, started to raise the “trophies” that they had, with radiant smiles filling their faces.
Devil class’s students, all started to gather at the teahouse.
A large teahouse, quickly became crowded.
There were quite a number of people, who stood outside the teahouse, holding on to their cups.
And all of them were talking about the things which they bought.
Ye Qing Luo bought some paper and pen from the painting stall opposite the tea house, and listed down the items which these youngsters had bought, pasting on their names, and placing it into the Profound Phoenix Ring in batches.
At the same time, she was listening to their conversations.
Looked like, other than herself, Tong Zi Qing and the other two, no one else met with the black merchants from Iron Blood Warriors.
Ye Qing Luo arranged and tired up the things which those youngsters bought, and the group of them prepared to head towards the Mercenary Association.
Ye Qing Luo settled the bill with the teahouse boss and walked at the back.
Right after she walked out from the teahouse, she met the painting stall owner, who held two scrolls of painting, as he walked to Ye Qing Luo, “Young lady, you’re the first who dared to go up against the Iron Blood Warriors. Many of us stall owners here, had been bullied by them, so your actions today, have helped us vented our anger.”
He handed the painting scrolls to her with both hands, “This is a token of my appreciation, I wish that your mercenary group, will become stronger and stronger!”
Ye Qing Luo opened up one of the scrolls, and when she saw the painting, her cheeks flushed red, as she furiously folded the painted and shoved it into Di Mo Xuan’s hands.
After which, her petite figure shot towards the front of the group.
The painting stall owner couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, as he watched Ye Qing Luo disappearing, “It’s great being young.”
Di Mo Xuan opened the painting as he wasn’t sure what had happened, and his eyes slowly turned gentle and felt a tender feeling starting to spread around his brows.