Chapter 156: A Mixture of Sullenness and Aggressiveness (1/2)

Translator: Soldier

Ruo Ling was personally attending to all the needs of Young Master Long, refilling his teacup included.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that that girl named Ruo Ling had feelings for that man people called Young Master Long.

”You are in the enviable position of having such a beautiful and competent assistant as Ruo Ling. I promise I'll tell the Seventh Prince your needs after returning, Young Master Long. Hopefully we'll reach an agreement of cooperation the next time we meet. Now I'll leave you to your business. See you around...”

Before Coldness Wu's voice died away, a gust of wind blew by.

”Who is it?”

Coldness Wu's face instanly went vigilant and he abruptly mobilized his Tier VII fighting spirit.

Ruo Ling immediately reacted. She whipped out the soft sword wrapped around her waist and unhesitatingly launched an attack on the person who had suddenly come at Young Master Long...

However...

”Thud!”

Young Master Long, a Grand Kung Fu Master, waved his hand and directly threw Ruo Ling aside with his potent Qi.

She violently impacted on the chairs and tables on the side with a loud bang.

Ruo Ling was blindsided by this sudden change, and even Coldness Wu who was about to make his move to help was dumbfounded.

Young Master Long, facing the frontal stab, sinisterly curled up the corner of his tightly closed mouth.

Sitting on the chair, he dodged the sharp sword aimed at his arm with a weird movement of his upper body and intercepted the assailant's right hand coming at him in a sideways hack.

”It's been such a long time since we last met, yet you want to kill your husband-to-be on sight?!” His low deep magnetic voice softly came, which could only be heard by the two of them.

On hearing this, Yun Wu curled up the corner of her mouth. ”It seems that you still remember, but...”

A flicker of flintiness crossed the depths of her eyes. ”This time around I'm not here to talk with you about the old days. I came to borrow some of your blood.”

The next second after she finished the last word, the dagger in her left hand flashed across his elbow like greased lightning.

But the dagger missed its target.