Chapter 523: Death God Castle’s Castle Lord (2)
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Apparently, the Castle Lord’s words weren’t meant for God Thief’s ears.
Then…..
This sentence was meant for….. the third person in the prison cell —— meant for Ye Qing Luo’s ears.
He had indeed discovered her.
Ye Qing Luo knew in her heart that it was not possible for her to avoid this Castle Lord.
His powerful presence was on par with Di Mo Xuan.
Discovering her was just a matter of time.
So Ye Qing Luo couldn’t be bothered to hide herself as she pushed the straw apart.
Those grass shards were like a celestial beauty scattering flowers as it flew outwards.
The straw was slightly damp and it even carried the smell of a strong stench.
“Atrocious! Who are you! How dare you intrude into Death God Castle!” The prison leader who was standing outside the prison cell changed into a sunken expression as he saw an unfamiliar woman standing in the prison cell.
Especially after seeing the young lady throwing up a pile of straw shards dropping onto the Castle Lord.
“How dare you be so disrespectful to the Castle Lord!” The prison leader’s expression totally changed as he suddenly rushed upwards, drawing his broad sword as he slashed it towards Ye Qing Luo.
“Bang—–”
He had yet gotten near Ye Qing Luo when the prison leader seemed to have been swept up by something as his body crashed heavily onto the wall, rolling onto the ground.
Those guards standing outside the prison cell were all dumbstruck as they stared at Castle Lord in astonishment.
Ye Qing Luo was astonished too.
Earlier when the prison leader waved his sword over, she was just preparing to strike back when she saw the Castle Lord opposite her waving his sleeve and a burst of stalwart qi flushed the prison leader out.
Had this Castle Lord….. taken the wrong medicine?
Having an internal strife?
Ye Qing Luo narrowed her eyes as she started to seriously sized up the Castle Lord in front of her.
His jet black hair was flying without any restrain.
The first thing which attracted Ye Qing Luo were his eyes.
That was a pair of…. cool, arrogant pair of eyes which were radiating with a chilly feel.
Without any demands or wishes, as silent as still water.
As though in the entire heavens, nothing could enter his eyes.
His entire person emitted a kind of….. coldness which felt like frost that could made one’s scalp went numb.
That kind of coldness came from his bones and the cold was towards everything in the world.
Even if he just stood there, there was a kind of disdainful deja vu towards the entire world.
He was cold but that face seemed as though it was works of Gods, mysterious and suave.
What made Ye Qing Luo puzzled was that this man wore a set of fiery, blood-red long robe.
Fire red like blood, represented passion and the charm to bewitch the world.
This kind of cold young man definitely does not suit this colour.
But still, he brought out another kind of temperament with this dressing with no sense of indisposed feel totally.
Meeting his eyes, Ye Qing Luo felt that her entire body was wrapped in frost as she subconsciously shuddered.
“You…” Ye Qing Luo opened her mouth but her throat felt unbearably dry.
However she discovered that the minute she opened her mouth to say the first word, she had seen a seemingly visible light in that pair of unshocked, empty eyes.
After some time, he didn’t wait for Ye Qing Luo’s next words.
Castle Lord’s brows creased slightly as a severe look flashed past his eyes.
“Have…. we met previously.” Ye Qing Luo creased her brows as she finally found her voice.
She had this feeling that this person’s face seemed very familiar, so she must have seen it somewhere before.
But at this moment, she couldn’t recall it at all.
The minute Ye Qing Luo asked this question, the severe look in Castle Lord’s eyes disappeared without a trace.
He strode over to Ye Qing Luo in a few steps.
Facing her was Castle Lord’s cold arrogant presence.
Ye Qing Luo’s heart trembled as alarms started ringing and she speedily retreated backwards.
Only before her legs had even moved an inch.
The Castle Lord was already standing right in front of her.
Tiptoe, opposing her tip toe.
His jet black hair loosely rested in his shoulder and as the cold wind blew, it flew towards Ye Qing Luo’s face.
They exchanged glances and Ye Qing Luo immediately felt as though she had been trapped by a poisonous snake…..