Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite The Bait Please Chapter 277.2: I Do Not Mean Anything To You At All! Angry!

Upon hearing that, Lou Jun Yao did not probe any further. He lifted his head up and said: “Rest assured that I will find a chance to speak to Qing Yu about the Mind Free Peak. They will not go to that place and nothing will happen to them.”

Since Aunt Lan was not willing to talk about it, he could only look into it himself. He would find out what it is that she was trying to hide.

Since it concerned Qing Yu’s personal safety, he could not possibly leave it alone.

Lou Jun Yao did not remain there for long after that, leaving the place after speaking with Qing Lan Fei for a little while more.

Waiting till the man was really gone, Mo Jing Yu then opened his mouth to say in a low voice: “Why do you trust him so much? Even if he is really a little capable, will he really be able to ensure the safety of our two children?”

Qing Lan Fei’s gaze turned around from the door. She sighed slightly before she said: “Jing Yu, I can only place my hopes upon Jun Er now. If even he is unable to keep Little Yu and Little Bei safe, then no one else would be able to protect them.”

“Does he really have what it takes?” Mo Jing Yu’s brows knitted together. Isn’t she thinking a little too highly of that man Lou Jun Yao?

There’s quite a good number of highly skilled pugilists in Cloud Heaven and how old is that kid only? Can he really be stronger than those old ancient freaks who are already a few thousand years old?

Qing Lan Fei looked at him with a meaningful gaze and then slowly went on to say: “If you’re speaking purely about depth of cultivation, then I do not think that anyone in Cloud Heaven can surpass him. That child was able to not trade several blows with you and not be disadvantaged when he was just in his teens, and….. that was not just due to his gifted talent alone.”

There was a great big secret behind that child’s birth!

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On another side, the Hunters Guild.

Zhuge Xiong suddenly found himself in the mood and he shut himself in his study for the better part of the day. It was not till the sun hung low over the horizon that he stretched his back and pulled the doors open.

He peered up to see the colour of the sky and then ordered the servant to bring his dinner to the study, before turning around to go back inside. The moment he turned around, he was surprised to see a man leaning back in the chair that he had occupied just a moment ago.

The man had his chin cupped nonchalantly in the palm of his hand, his eyes gazing appraisingly at the fine parchment he held in his other hand, its ink still a little wet.

Hearing that, the man glanced expressionlessly at him and then put the piece of fine parchment back down onto the table slowly.