Chapter 12 – Submit to me and prosper or oppose me and perish
“Is Prince Jin really famous?” Su Luo asked, even her body’s previous spirit didn’t know much about Prince Jin.
“Of course Prince Jin is famous, in this world there is no one more famous than Prince Jin. It is said that Prince Jin’s talent is number one on the continent and in the last 5000 years, his talent is ranked second. Miss, what do you say.”
“….” Listed as number two in the last 5000 years? Isn’t it too exaggerated?
“Obviously its not only because of this. Right now, Prince Jin is a tri-elemental mage. Three elements! Most people don’t even have one element, but Prince Jin is cultivating all three elements at the same time!” Lu Luo’s face was full of worship. With starstruck eyes, she continued. “It has been said that tri-elemental mages have many opportunity to achieve divinity. The number one talent had long ago achieved divinity and obtained eternal life.”
Prince Jin, Nangong Liuyun, is that powerful? If that was true, then “winner becomes king, loser becomes queen” is not something he would careless throw around. With his talent, it wouldn’t be hard for him to steal the throne.
While Su Luo was still engrossed in these thoughts, a magnified face suddenly appeared before her eyes.
The narrow and elegant face, under the perfectly shaped eyebrows with a pair of black godlike eyes, looked like the work of a master sculptor.
She recently saw this perfect face this afternoon, so she could not have mistaken this person…. Unless this was an illusion?
Su Luo was thinking about using her hands to rub her eyes but a large pair of hands grabbed hold of her delicate hands. Nangong Liuyun’s pair of obsidian eyes observed Su Luo with a hint of mysterious smile. “What, do you not recognize this king?”
“Sure enough, this king is already in your heart, otherwise you would not impatiently inquire about this king. Am I right?” Nangong Liuyun’s thin masculine red lips bent into a silly smile.
Su Luo stared at him unblinkingly as she stressed each sentence. “It is said that Nangong Liuyun is coldly arrogant, haughty, cruel, stern, and obsessive about maintaining his personal space. If anyone touches his hand, no matter who it is, he will cut off their hand. If someone accidently bumped into him, no matter whom, he would make mincemeat out of them…. Are you really that Prince Jin?”
Su Luo’s gorgeous eyes gazed at the large hand holding her own. Her voice was crystal clear as the corners of her mouth tilted into a relaxed smile.
Nangong Liuyun leisurely glanced at Su Luo with a pair of piercing eyes that glowed like the eyes of a wild wolf; frigid and searing.
At the moment, he was unlike the lazy laidback person from the afternoon. Now, he seemed more serious and vigilant.
At this moment, a gust of freezing wind started to surround the courtyard all the way up to the roof. This wind seemed to condense the surrounding air into ice and made it hard for people to breath.
His forbidding atmosphere containing a barely suppressed killing intent, chilling bloodthirsty, and a “submit to me and prosper or oppose me and perish” kind of domineering air. It seemed like if he stamped his foot, this entire Eastern Ling Empire would be shaken by a level three earthquake.
Under his forceful and domineering gaze, Su Luo’s gaze was as clear as water. Its surface was as calm as ice; placid, tranquil and composed.
Suddenly, his mouth curved into a bemused expression and then the weather immediately changed from hazy frost to clear blue skies. The ice seem to melt into bubbling spring water full of blooming flowers.
Nangong Liuyun’s laugh was like the cherry blossoms in March; gentle, beautiful and intoxicating.
His smooth white hands gently held her delicate jade-like hands as he smiled tenderly. “Girl, what are you afraid of? It’s not as if this king is going to eat you.”
In this staring contest of clashing wills, no one was able to get the upper hand in this silent war. Nangong Liuyun was pleasantly surprised by this result. He thought that he had perhaps accidentally discovered a rare pearl, or a jadeite within a pile of rocks.