Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âYeah.â
Nan Xianâs long, livid face relaxed. He then looked at Mu Yong coldly again.
His presence was dominant and oppressive. Aside from Mu Yong, the others from the reclusive world were also scared and afraid to move after hearing how Mu Yong had addressed Nan Xian.
Young Master Nan Xian.
They had never seen him, but he was like a legend in Tian Shen Manor!
Why did this godlike man come here? He even stood up for... a woman?
âNan Xian, do you want to disown all your relatives and friends just for a woman?â Mu Yong may be too fearful. His voice was sharp and he was panicking. He took a few steps backward and gritted his teeth. âFurthermore, I have captured the black dragon for the old master!â
The black dragon snorted. âYou just said that Lady Qing Yan was not feeling well and needed to use me as a medicine.â
Mu Yongâs face turned pale at this moment. This time was indeed Mu Lingâs miscalculation.
Because the black dragon did not say anything earlier, he did not know that the black dragon could speak. So, they had spoken carelessly in front of it. Who would have known that this black dragon could actually speak?
Nan Xian lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Ruqingâs gorgeous face. âThe dragon... is yours?â
Feng Ruqing nodded slightly.
âWell,â Nan Xian calmly responded. âThen no one can touch it.â
He implicated that no one, be it the Mu familyâs old master or the Lady Qing Yan, or whoever needed the dragonâs meat, was allowed to touch Feng Ruqingâs dragon.
âNan Xian!â
Mu Yong really could not understand and wondered what kind of love-philter did the woman give Nan Xian. How could Nan Xian disown all his relatives and friends just for her?
Nan Xian was already in front of him before he could say the next sentence.
The air grew heavy and stuffy causing Mu Yong to have difficulties in breathing. It felt as if there were a giant hill on top of his head. He simply was not able to breathe.
Then...
With a thud, Mu Yongâs body was suddenly flung out like an arrow before hitting an old tree nearby. Then he slowly fell to the ground.
He constantly vomited blood. His old face was pale and bloodless.
Nan Xian approached Mu Yong. He was expressionless when he looked down coldly at Mu Yong who was lying down on the ground.
His eyes were so cold as if he was watching a stranger.
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Jiu Ming squinted. His evil eyes fell on the man not far away. There was a slight smile on his face.
âLittle girl, so this is the man you like?â He smiled looking at Feng Ruqing and talked to her gently.
Feng Ruqing shrugged and ignored the question.
Her gaze was entirely on Nan Xian and it never left.
âIt seems that you really like this type.â Jiu Mingâs fingers caressed his chin and smiled attractively. âWhat if I tried... to be this type of guy you like?â
Feng Ruqing finally turned to look at Jiu Ming. Her eyes looked like they were looking at a fool.
âYou are not the state preceptor.â
She only liked the state preceptor besides the beauties.
The frigidity of Nan Xianâs manner melted away at once after he heard her voice. As soon as he lifted his hand, he picked up the old man in front of him and threw him in front of Feng Ruqing.
Mu Yong was so horrified that he was trembling. He did not dare to move and his eyes were filled with panic in Nan Xianâs incredible presence.
If he knew that Nan Xian was coming...
He would not have volunteered to follow the young manor master here!