Translator: Aran

  But this time, facing the teenager that he thought was under his control, Luo Jin really did not dare to utter another word.

  He did not doubt in the slightest that if he spoke another sound, Ye Qingyu’s killing intent would explode like thunder, without the slight trace of hesitation.

  “Hmph, the bravery of an ignorant person.” Luo Jin coldly snorted in his heart.

  But he did not say anything more.

  Ye Qingyu held the hand of Little Grass, c..