Overlord, Love Me Tender

“Little Thing, your willpower is pretty good..but..I’m afraid that by the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, no matter how strong your willpower is, the poison would have already seeped deep into your bones and you won’t be able to survive…”

“So..beg me. That’s the only way left for you to live.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at her in an all-knowing manner.

Ye Qing Luo leaned closer to him and smiled radiantly.

Her eyes were moist and watery, she looked at him doe-eyed, fluttered her long eyelashes and smiled enchantingly.

She then articulated every word clearly: “Before I die, knowing that I have your Lordship accompany me in burial isn’t too bad either.”

Beg?

These two lifetimes, the word ‘beg’ was never in her dictionary!

“Hahahaha…interesting Little Thing…” He laughed out loud.

The moment his laughter trailed off, Ye Qing Luo felt her wrist gripped firmly and another hand on her waist as she was lifted up into the air and spun around a few times before she landed into a warm embrace.

The faint fragrance of sandalwood wafted into her nose.

The man had firmly held onto her waist and had her in an embrace.

The fresh crimson blood stained his luxurious purple robe but he didn’t mind it a single bit.

With all those movements, her white robe had slightly loosened and the collar revealed her ivory white smooth skin.

Ye Qing Luo seethed in anger as she glared at him.

However, she was firmly locked in place by him and she could not move, let alone struggle. She could only helplessly stare at him with her murderous gaze and stab him a thousand times in her mind.

“Let. Me. Go!” She spat out.

Di Mo Xuan looked at amused, as his lips curled up. He was studying her expression and his gaze slowly went down and rested on her ivory white skin that was slightly exposed. He looked back up at her and met her fiery gaze. “This Lord doesn’t want to let go, what about it?”

Damn!

Damn it! Are you sure this was the same person that people held reverence to and had him placed on the same pedestal as a God? Could he be an impostor?

How could he be so shameless?

Di Mo Xuan ignored her dagger stares and his long slender fingers worked on her collar and deftly adjusted it. He then smiled at her and coaxed in an assuring manner: “Don’t worry, this Lord here isn’t interested in small things.”

“……” Her brain crashed.

Small? You are the one that’s small! Your whole family is small! She cursed in her heart.

Where was she small?

Although her figure wasn’t as hot as her previous life, her current figure could be considered pretty good.

Moreover, the current her now was only fifteen and she was still developing!

Di Mo Xuan lazily looked to the other side of the room and casually gazed at the group of men who were kneeling and trembling on the floor.

“Wind”.

Within moments, a young man dressed in black was kneeling in front of him as he solemnly said: “Yes, Milord.”

Di Mo Xuan flipped his hand and a chair that was a distance away swiftly flew to his side.

He leisurely sat down on it, as he gently placed Ye Qing Luo on his lap.

He then tapped the chair twice.

Wind immediately unsheathed his long sword by his waist and released his Profound Qi. The men who were kneeling by the doorway immediately fell in as the door closed behind them.

Ye Qing Luo’s pupils shrank, she actually saw a distinct scarlet red glow on Wind’s body!

This light was not like the faint glow on Yuchi Ya and his lackeys, this light was very distinct and vibrant.

This feeling…

Was it Profound Qi?

She narrowed her eyes in concentration, trying to get a better look, however, a piercing pain tore through her heart once again and she felt as if her heart was going to be ripped apart.

So painful…

Just now, when she saw that faint glow on those lackeys, she had undergone the same torment…

What was going on?

“Hey..” The faint voice of Di Mo Xuan sounded next to her. “This feeling…could it be…?”