Overlord, Love Me Tender

“You still want to kill me?”

The cold words seemed to be hissed out word for word through the slits of his teeth, bearing an invisible grudge.

The Castle Lord’s clear eyes radiated an intense chill as it shrouded an evil intention towards Ye Qing Luo.

That gaze seemed as though he wanted to tear her into pieces, but yet hidden a little of some other emotions.

It was so complicated that Ye Qing Luo couldn’t decipher it.

“To catch brigands, first capture their king. If I were to capture you, will I still be afraid of your guards stopping my brothers?” Ye Qing Luo calmly met the Castle Lord’s penetrative gaze, as she spoke out her thinking without glossing her words.

“Ye Qing Luo!” The Castle Lord’s embarrassment turned into anger as he growled her name lowly.

That cold and passive face revealed a twisted look.

Ye Qing Luo’s brows grew even tighter.

From this expression, the Castle Lord’s face seemed even more familiar now.

Where on earth had she seen this face before…

Suddenly, Ye Qing Luo seemed to have seen the light as she suddenly recalled something.

“You…. you are that…..”

That eerie look which filled the youth’s face with penetrative eyes, after hearing Ye Qing Luo’s words, seemed to soften instantly on those cold lines.

He stretched out his hand as those cold fingers lifted up Ye Qing Luo’s lower jaw.

Forcing her gaze to meet his.

That malicious eyes, faintly sparkling with the glow of hope, “You recalled?”

His tone seemed to reveal some hints of joy.

Ye Qing Luo’s brows creased together. Did remembering him make him so happy?

But in her memories, she didn’t feel that she recognised him at all.

Ye Qing Luo pursed her thin lips as she used a probing tone, “You…. have been to Heavenly Academy?”

The youth’s glow in his eyes silently dimmed.

After some time, he nodded his head.

“Then if I don’t remember wrongly, have we met in Heavenly Academy’s freshman training grounds?” Ye Qing Luo added another probative sentence.

That time, she was right in the training grounds listening to the instructors’ commands doing their training.

She sensed someone staring at her and tried to cast a casual look.

It seemed that…. the Castle Lord was right there among those few teachers.

She even compared his face against Di Mo Xuan’s.

But she didn’t place this matter on her heart so naturally she didn’t remember this youth.

Even if she met him, but not able to recognise him, wasn’t it something very normal?

Ye Qing Luo was totally dazed.

The icy cold fingers locked under her lower jaw suddenly increased in strength, clasping her so hard that her brows were tightly knitted into a bundle, hurting her so much that she sucked in a breathe of cold air.

YDamn it!

Had his illness suddenly acted up again.

Ye Qing Luo’s eyes glinted a cold flash as Profound Qi was lifted with her palm strike and Profound Qi broke out from her body.

Her palm was enveloped with a red glow, as she directly struck it out towards the Castle Lord’s chest.

He did not seem to have any intention to avoid her at all.

He just clasped onto Ye Qing Luo’s lower jaw, with a gaze which resembled a beast eyeing its prey, as he stared intently at her.

Ye Qing Luo’s strike directly hit him on the chest.

But there was no change of expression on his face.

Only that tall stature slightly stiffened a little and a soft groan was heard.

His expression turned even chillier.

Ye Qing Luo was cursing him as a crazy person from the bottom of her heart! He’d rather get beaten up than refuse to loosen his grip on her.

This palm strike of hers was imbued with her full force!

With a strike like that, if it were any other lower profound grade cultivators, their internal organs would have been affected.

But he, didn’t even had a change of expression.

On the contrary, the grip on his fingers tightened further.

The sharp pain from her lower law made Ye Qing Luo felt that her lower jaw bone was about to be crushed by him.

However, this youth was extremely obstinate. So even if she met force with force, he still refused to let go.

Ye Qing Luo’s reaction made the whirlpool in the youth’s eyes turn even more intense.

His thin lips curled into a thin arc, as he icily spat out a sentence, “My name is Zhu Wu Xin. From now onwards, remember this name clearly.”

Saying that, he forcefully lifted up Ye Qing Luo’s head as he leaned towards her pink lips pressing down his lips onto hers…..