FRGNM -Chapter 101 I Don’t Buy That

Looking at the person sleeping in his arms, Luo Mingyu curved his lips into a smile. He reached out and gently stroked the beauty’s cheek, then lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the face.

He got up and dressed. These ordinary actions had been repeated for hundreds of years, yet whenever he was with her, everything felt a little different. There was a feeling… yes, a feeling of coming home.

“Young Master, Young Master Luo Song has come to pay a visit.” Ting Hai’s voice reached Luo Mingyu’s ears. The man who had been smiling paused slightly, then waved his hand and walked straight out.

Outside the inn, two streets had already been sealed off, with no one allowed to pass. Officials had surrounded the area so tightly that not even water could leak through. Luo Song walked forward amid the escort of more than a dozen beautiful maidservants, casting a disdainful glance at such a small inn.

“Heh, so it’s Young Master Luo Song. How could I dare trouble you to grace such a humble place as mine?” With a slight curl of his lips, Luo Mingyu walked downstairs and looked at the people outside. He was not someone who indulged in pleasure, nor did he want to imitate Fang Xu by buying up a third of the capital’s shops for fun. He had merely chosen an inn at random and booked the entire place.

Luo Song smiled coldly. “You and I are both young masters of Qiongyu Immortal Island. Why say such things? You should know very well that you and I are not the same.”

“Yes,” Luo Mingyu replied, his lips lifting. “My mother once taught me that if a dog bites you, do you bite back? Treat the dog a little better, and it naturally won’t bite you.”

His smile rose gently, pure and almost sacred.

In that instant, the holy, untouchable smile bloomed like a spring breeze brushing one’s face, stirring the heart so much that no one dared look directly at it.

“Put away your hypocritical smile—I don’t buy that!” Luo Song’s face darkened. What he hated most was precisely this smile of Luo Mingyu’s.

Clearly, this man had climbed to his current position by stepping on the flesh and blood of others. Clearly, he had come from the Abyss of Demons—yet he could still smile!

That place had taken Luo Song five whole years before he dared to approach other humans again, before he managed to overcome that psychological barrier. But the man before him had emerged from the Abyss of Demons still wearing a smile, without the slightest mental scar. The more intoxicating his smile, the more dangerous he was.

Luo Song had seen it with his own eyes: this man smiling as he sliced children of his own kind into pieces of flesh, so calm that it was impossible to comprehend.

“Hypocritical?” Luo Mingyu’s smile did not fade as he leaned against the doorframe and looked at him. “Say it. Why did you come looking for me?”

“When I first went to the Kingdom of Beining, I should have told you, right? The Island Master ordered you to return. Now you’re tangled up with a woman—are you trying to ignore the Island Master’s command?” Luo Song stared at him coldly, clenching his fist lightly. “Now the Island Master has issued another order. If you refuse to return, then force will be used!”

“How could I not go back?” Luo Mingyu raised his brows and smiled sincerely. “It’s just that here, my woman can only be bullied by others. I can’t bear that. So how about I bring her back with me?”

Bring Ling Ruoxi back together with him? Luo Song’s gaze sharpened, and he shook his head. “Impossible. Qiongyu Immortal Island forbids outsiders from entering! Women are just for amusement—are you taking this seriously? Just because she gave you two children?”

“Heh, Luo Song,” Luo Mingyu said with a knowing smile. “I think you didn’t come here to persuade me to return. You came to provoke conflict so you could discuss with the Island Master about stripping me of my title, didn’t you?”

The shrewd man smiled faintly. His clothes woven of silkworm silk shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, dazzling to the eyes.

Calmly brushing back the hair by his ear, he said lightly, “If that’s the case, just say it directly. The position of Young Master—one in the open, one in the dark. Acting secretly really suits your style. You’ve sealed off all news here and even set up a formation. This time, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

He waved his hand forward. A faint purple battle aura drifted into the air. Because of the formation, it trembled slightly and hovered there for a long time without dispersing.

Exposed by Luo Mingyu’s words, Luo Song’s expression grew even uglier. He had not expected Luo Mingyu to see through it so easily. But so what?

“So what if you know?” Luo Song roared. “Luo Mingyu, today is your death! Only when you die will the Island Master’s position be mine—mine!”

With a furious shout, the standing man let out a cold howl. He waved his right hand, and a black longsword fell into his grasp. His blade-like eyes locked onto Luo Mingyu as he slashed forward.

Luo Mingyu’s face darkened. He swiftly drew the Silver Moon Sword and slashed back. The two forces collided, forcing everyone around to retreat repeatedly.

The women beside Luo Song snorted coldly, drew their swords, and thrust toward Luo Mingyu.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!” Black-clad figures hidden in the shadows burst out. Battle aura erupted from their hands, surging toward Luo Mingyu like a long dragon.

“A firefly dares compete with the sun and moon!” Cold light flashed in Luo Mingyu’s black eyes. He slashed forward rapidly, while the aura in his left hand condensed and shot off like lightning in another direction.

Battle aura overflowed. Wherever the purple light passed, buildings around were blasted apart and sent flying.

On the ground, deep ravines split open. In the air, the aura transformed into dragons and tigers, battling fiercely. On the upper floor, a woman dressed in white rubbed her eyes and lazily walked down the stairs. “What are you doing? So noisy. Don’t you see someone’s still sleeping—”

“Be careful!”

A gentle breeze rose, and droplets of water fell from the flower petals.

Nangong Mo held the letter in his hand, frowning slightly. “We have to go to the Kingdom of Duanyun—must it be today?”

Ye Ningfeng nodded calmly. “Yes. The Grand Empress Dowager has been waiting a long time and said Your Highness must go.”

“But leaving today is too rushed, isn’t it? I still wanted to go see—” The words reached his lips, but he could not say them.

Nangong Mo clenched the letter tightly. Thinking of that woman from before, he knew that if he left now, the chances of ever returning were almost zero—especially since the order came directly from his grandmother.

In that case…

“Your Highness, you are originally a royal grandson of Duanyun. Now that such things have happened, and the Crown Princess also…” Ye Ningfeng sighed softly when he mentioned the Crown Princess.

Who could have imagined that the matter of the Crown Princess would infuriate Duanyun Kingdom so greatly? A marriage that had long been decided was inexplicably annulled under such circumstances. Worse still, another woman was married in silence—and even more incomprehensible, the originally chosen daughter-in-law had returned with two children!

It was too absurd, too hard to understand. Now Duanyun Kingdom demanded that Nangong Mo return at once. As for the foolish ruler of Beining Kingdom, they would simply let him continue his chaos there.

“Your Highness, Qingluan is ready. Let us depart now…”

“Mm. Let’s go…”

But once he left, when would he ever see her again—Ling Ruoxi? Casting a detached glance at the familiar courtyard pavilion, the lofty figure mounted Qingluan. As he looked at that familiar land, how could he have imagined that such a scene would unfold?

Be careful! The man’s shout still echoed in her ears. All drowsiness vanished instantly. The sudden green light rushing toward her made Ling Ruoxi tense all over. She did not even know what was happening when the battle aura came straight at her.

What on earth was going on?

She could not dodge at all. Her body was still in a resting state. Faced with this aura, she instinctively raised her killing intent, trying her best to move out of harm’s way.

A white figure flashed. A warm, powerful hand wrapped around her waist and gently pulled her backward. The green aura swallowed them, yet he did not block it with his other hand, letting it strike his back as he retreated with her in his arms.

“Luo Mingyu, what—what is going on?” All sleep gone, Ling Ruoxi stared in horror at the scene before her. She quickly hugged Luo Mingyu, feeling hot liquid drip onto her arm. As a medical practitioner, how could she not recognize that bloody scent?

Trembling, she raised her hand and saw her fingers stained red with Luo Mingyu’s blood. Her whole body shuddered. He… he was injured?

“Luo Song, is ambushing from the shadows all you’re capable of?” Luo Mingyu said coldly. He quickly pulled Ling Ruoxi by the wrist and hid her behind him. His black eyes stared at the people outside, utterly unconcerned about his injury.

Yet that bloody wound almost dyed Ling Ruoxi’s eyes red. Clothes made from silkworm silk possessed excellent defensive properties, capable of withstanding powerful attacks. But on that man’s back, the silkworm silk garment had been torn open, a large hole ripped through it, with blood pouring down continuously.

Even so, he did not complain or groan once. He simply held her wrist tightly, shielding her behind him, unwilling to let her suffer even the slightest harm.

Her nose stung. Ling Ruoxi forced back the tears in her eyes, gripped Luo Mingyu’s hand in return, and walked out calmly.

The people standing ahead showed no sense of righteousness or morality, like bandits blocking the inn. Those assassins dressed in black and white—their aura brought back memories for Ling Ruoxi.

But they were still too weak. This group was completely unfit to be assassins!

A sharp light flashed in her eyes. Holding Luo Mingyu’s hand, she casually drew the dagger from her waist. “Just now—who was it that attacked?”

“Ling Ruoxi, since you like Luo Mingyu so much, then die together with him!” The woman by the wall sneered. Blood dripped from her sword as she stared coldly ahead. But after taking just one step, she seemed to feel something flowing along her neck.

A large spread of bright red blood gushed out. The woman’s expression changed drastically. She clutched her wound, but the moment she exerted force, her entire head was pressed downward.

No one knew how Ling Ruoxi struck. They only saw a flash of silver light. Such a clean, smooth wound—how could it have been caused by the dagger in her hand?

“Remember this: people with battle aura have brains ten times more stupid than normal people. Did you really think that knowing a bit of battle aura lets you swagger before me? Today, even without using battle aura, I can wipe you all out!”

Her right finger flicked lightly, and silver-white light flashed once more.