BXBX NOVEL Chapter 349: You, are more important
Chapter 349: You, are more important
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
After acting coquettishly, she started flattering him.
Ye Qing Luo felt that her integrity had totally been thrown onto the ground.
That young lady was from Nirvana Realm’s secret beast human clan.
Saving her, probably would allow her to make a contract with herself, opening up her bloodline.
If the young lady wasn’t willing to go into a contract with her, then she would have made another friend from the beast human clan, and this to Ye Qing Luo was a major advantage.
Under that circumstances, she naturally completed all preparations before heading up to save her.
When she initially met Xi Jue, what attracted her the most was Xi Jue’s speed.
If she was unable to save that person and there was a sudden change in circumstances, she could totally ride on Xi Jue depart swiftly.
Next was that she had a secret skill of shifting in a wink.
The minute she realised something was not right, she would be able to use her secret skill and move away immediately which would secure her self-defense.
Because of this, she dared to go up against ten over High Profound students by herself.
But no matter how she calculated, she had not expected Ye Qing Qian to advance to Earth Profound, and had not expected Qiao Jin and the rest to come over and help her.
“Retreat? That is your way of retreat?” Do Mo Xuan scoffed lightly and his fingers suddenly moved, gently yet easily releasing Ye Qing Luo’s waist belt.
Ye Qing Luo’s body stiffened.
His fingers pushed aside her uniform, and his fingertips seemed to brush past her skin, causing waves of trembling.
Ye Qing Luo’s breathing stopped, not understanding the meaning to Di Mo Xuan’s action.
Ye Qing Luo’s robe was already half opened, revealing her left shoulder’s fair skin.
Di Mo Xuan’s fingers slid down, revealing her entire arm.
On the upper part of her arm was a layer of medicinal powder wrapped up, and it was not enough to hide the bloody scabbed whip mark, looking extremely conspicuous.
Di Mo Xuan’s brilliant eyes narrowed slightly, as his fingers pressed down onto her wound.
“Hiss....” Ye Qing Luo drew in a cold breath in pain, and her body kept withdrawing backwards from the pain.
That finger which was pressed on the wound, on hearing her painful mourning, couldn’t help but loosened its strength.
Immediately following that, a cooling sensation was emitted from Di Mo Xuan’s fingertips.
That cool sensation brushed past the wound and the pain which Di Mo Xuan pressed upon disappeared without a trace.
“Ah Xuan...” Ye Qing Luo blinked her eyes in guilt as she softened her voice calling out Di Mo Xuan’s name, “Sorry, I know you’re angry with me, I promise.... I promise that there won’t be a next time, alright?”
Di Mo Xuan remained silent and calmly retrieved a jade bottle from his Profound Dragon Ring, helping her to dress her wound.
His expression was icy cold and his brows remained peaceful but his actions from his hands was gentle and warm to the max.
As though, Ye Qing Luo was his treasure.
Afraid that she would melt in his mouth, and shatter when held in his palm.
His carefulness made tears welled up in Ye Qing Luo’s eyes and her nose feeling slightly sour.
In front of others, she was self-confident, arrogant and wild.
But in front of Di Mo Xuan, she became a little woman.
Even if a knife was held on her neck, she absolutely would not reveal any traces of terror or any feeling of wanting to cry.
But this man, helped her dressed her wounds gently, made her so touched that her tears were almost about to drop.
More than anything, her entire heart was filled with guilt.
“I know, the current me, is no longer alone. The companions in devil class are very important but you, are more important.” Ye Qing Luo’s curly eyelashes trembled, as she stared intently at the handsome face in front of her.
“I’m sorry, for making you worried.”
The wound on her shoulder had been freshly wrapped up.
Waves of cooling sensation drowned out that painful feeling.
Di Mo Xuan’s slender fingers hooked Ye Qing Luo’s fingers and his action was gentle and delicate as he helped her get dressed.
Just as Ye Qing Luo was about to speak out again, Di Mo Xuan’s deep voice was heard by the side of her ear, “I’m not angry with you, I’m angry with myself...”