Overlord, Love Me Tender

Ye Qing Luo’s feather fan in her hands started to dance even more swiftly as her footwork gradually increased in speed.

She continued hunting those bird beasts as she led profound qi into her Profound Heart Jade towards the direction where she was controlling.

That bursts of profound qi burst out in surges from her body.

Mo Han Shang was standing by the wall as his action of killing the bird beasts took a halt.

He grew up in the Mercenary Association since young and had seen too many people.

He developed an ability of recognising one’s talent.

From the start when he saw Ye Qing Luo, he knew that this exceptionally attractive young lady who looked just like an ordinary person without any ounce of profound qi was absolutely not as simple as she looked on the surface.

A burst of justice could be felt coming from her.

It was also mixed with the wits and astuteness of a devil who came from hades.

This complicated temperament, when merged in Ye Qing Luo, was so harmonious.

When they were in Death God Castle, he saw for himself Ye Qing Luo’s wits and ability. At the same time, he saw Ye Qing Luo make a move, as he totally was convinced and submitted to her.

Her strange ghost-like footwork.

Clean and neat moves, and a pair of eyes which sparkled excitement and bloodthirstiness when she saw blood….

This side of her was extremely different from the usual her!

But this side of her was so enchanting, making one fall for her.

“Han Shang!”

A cold tender reprove was heard when he saw a burst of red glow flying towards him.

That was Ye Qing Luo’s glower flame fan.

That fan revolved speedily as it flashed past Mo Han Shang’s face.

He heard a miserable shriek behind him and immediately sensed a blood stench coming from his back.

That feather dan had split the bird beast which was trying to sneak an attack behind him directly into two halves as it returned back into Ye Qing Luo’s hands.

“Han Shang, this is a chance to train through experience.” Ye Qing Luo’s gaze landed calmly on him, “By continuing to battle and absorbing the experiences from the battle would you be able to comprehend.”

Mo Han Shang was stunned as he gripped the long sword tightly in his arms.

“The first thing to abstain from during a battle is to be distracted. If there’s a next time, I will not help you.”

Ye Qing Luo finished her sentence and dashed right into the group of bird beasts again.

This was not a good habit.

Ye Qing Luo must put an end to Mo Han Shang’s distraction.

If they were distracted in the middle of a battle, then they would definitely end up in giving away their lives to the enemy.

When Mo Han Shang heard that, his entire body went stiff as his refined and good looking face surfaced a sliver of resoluteness.

He didn’t cared if Ye Qing Luo heard it or not as he nodded his head vigorously in her direction and subsequently tightening the grip on his long sword as he dashed into the group of bird beasts once again.

The four people on the frontline were in a battle while Di Mo Xuan was standing among the corpses as his eyes were fixated totally on Ye Qing Luo.

Seeing her clean and neat moves in dealing with the bird beasts swiftly and accurately, her figure moving around the bird beasts with gracefulness and liveliness.

His eyes slowly filled with smiles.

Suddenly at the other end of the marketplace came Yan Xiao Yi’s voice, “I found it! There’s a survivor here!”

It was the teahouse owner where Ye Qing Luo had led The World group’s youngsters to drink tea.

The teahouse owner was hiding in the kitchen’s haystack, and had been crushed when the house collapsed so he was still bearing his last breath.

When Ye Qing Luo heard that, she squinted her eyes towards Yan Xiao Yi as she and Xi Jue held up a man covered in blood, carrying him out of the collapsed teahouse.

Ye Qing Luo left the bird beasts to Little Nine to deal with.

Leaping into the sky, she swiftly walked over.

The teahouse owner was shaking all over and when he saw Ye Qing Luo and the rest, his eyes sparkled a crystal ray.

Ye Qing Luo half squatted as she grabbed the teahouse owner’s hand to feel his pulse.

Although the teahouse owner was hiding in the haystack avoiding the bird beasts devouring, but an ordinary person’s body would not be able to withstand the kind of power when a building collapsed on him.