Translator: Aran

  Both of Ye Qingyu’s hands transformed into dragon claws, holding the strange curved black blade.

  Xiao Lou’s entire body, as though it had stiffened abruptly, dared not to move an inch, afraid that his tiniest movement would trigger Ye Qingyu. It would cause him to really exert force and pull out the black blade.

  The atmosphere was a little weird.

  All gazes were focused on Ye Qingyu.

  Everyone could see the fearful as well as angry expressi..