Chapter 512: Death God Castle (9)
Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Towards these people, Ye Qing Luo had totally treated them as her own people from the bottom of her heart.
So she had no intention to conceal her own set of footwork from them.
If these bunch of brothers were able to learn this set of footwork, then it would be beneficial towards the development of The World group.
Only... how much they could comprehend would depend entirely on themselves.
Ye Qign Luo's eyes turned peaceful as her senses congealed, talking in pauses, "Pay attention, remember not to casually touch anything on the shelves. If it moves even a little, it will activate the formation to take effect."
When the youngsters heard that, their expressions instantly turned solemn as they nodded.
On seeing the entire room filled with exotic treasures, these youngsters indeed were tempted.
But no matter how valuable the treasure was, it wasn't as important as everyone and their own lives.
On the way here, they had witnessed plenty of mechanisms and formations and had risked their lives several times.
"Look carefully."
Ye Qing Luo's voice was mellow as it rang from the mercenary group badges into their ears.
Like something was striking their hearts.
Twenty over pairs of eyes were fixated onto Ye Qing Luo.
Ye Qign Luo's movements were swift and her nimble footwork enabled her to avoid one after another blue optical lines/
That graceful posture was like a young lady dancing in between the lights.
Her pose was alluring and made one feel touched.
From the time she entered the room to avoiding the blue optical lines and finally arriving in the inside of the room, the time Ye Qing Luo used had not exceeded ten breathes.
The speed was so fast that it made one tongue tied.
The youngsters were all shocked at how fast Ye Qing Luo's speed was.
That strange shadow like footwork accurately and precisely avoided every single sweeping optical light.
By the time they regained their senses, Ye Qing Luo was already standing on the opposite side. A pair of encouraging eyes through the blue optical lines were gazing at them deeply.
"Next, who's up for it."
Ye Qing Luo's cold voice was heard from the mercenary group's badge.
Twenty over youngsters all looked at one another in dismay.
Their hearts, thumped wildly.
This... this was simply too fast!
How could they possibly just take one look and memorise that strange footwork which Ye Qing Luo had shown?
How was it possible to remember all her actions to avoid those blue optical lines!
Suddenly, a figure stood out.
It was Mo Han Shang.
He raised his arm, indicating that he wanted to take a try.
Ye Qing Luo's lips curled into an encouraging smile as she nodded, "I'll be waiting here for you."
Towards Mo Han Shang, she didn't understand him very well.
Ye Qing Luo wasn't sure on his ability as well.
But as the Young Patriarch of the Mercenary Association, his prestige was very high within the Mercenary Association.
So he probably wasn't some common person.
As for why Mo Han Shang didn't minded risking offending the Yuchi family to stand up for her and even joining in their mercenary group, to generate conditions for The World group based on these actions, Ye Qing Luo was not able to comprehend it.
No one would help another for no reason.
Perhaps, Mo Han Shand had some motive.
But instincts told Ye Qing Luo that even if Mo Han Shang had some motive, he would not hurt The World group.
Mo Han Shang swung his neck and took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve, learning from Ye Qing Luo to tie up his hair tightly, not leaving a single strand of hair outside.
One strand of hair could possibly graze past those blue optical lines.
When Mo Han Shang's feet stepped into the room, that elegant face was filled with seriousness and solemnness.
That pair of curvy phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as it gave off an eerier cold glare.
He bent his waist low and that slender tall figure speedily ducked into those blue optical lines.
Seeing Mo Han Shang's actions, Ye Qing Luo was shocked.
His footwork, the position of his feet placement was basically a copy of hers.
And that speed and rhythm was copied just nicely.
It was as though Ye Qing Luo's earlier actions were totally copied down.