326: Chapter 327 – Her Mouth Is Rather Filthy Part 2

Chapter 327 – Her Mouth Is Rather Filthy Part 2

Chapter 327- Her Mouth Is Rather Filthy Part 21

“Hall… Hall Master…” Liu Li looked at the man with a little apprehension before raising her finger toward Zi Qian Jing. “It is him. He is the one that injured Zang Qing Xue.”

The man followed the direction she pointed toward and his gaze landed on Zi Qian Jing’s handsome face. HIs gaze turned grim and a trace of frost was emitted as he questioned him, “You were the one that hurt her?”

Zi Qian Jing smirked. “So what?”

“Good. Very good!” The middle-aged man chuckled coldly. “It can’t be that you don’t know the rules of the Central Region Academy? You want to fight? You can, but within the battle arena. Other than that, it is forbidden to fight. Anyone that breaks this rule will be expelled from the academy! Now, you are to give me a good reason for hurting her.”

“Reason? I told you previously. Her mouth is rather filthy. If it wasn’t for my mood today being great, the current her would have already been turned into a corpse!”

Zi Qian Jing smiled languidly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. The youth’s eyes gave off an ice-cold, unfeeling aura…

There wasn’t anyone here that could enter his eyes, excluding Mu Ru Yue.

“Impudent!” The middle-aged man’s expression changed drastically. “What do you think this place is? A place where you can run wild? Aren’t you afraid I will chase you out of the academy?”

Zi Qian Jing’s brows were raised as he chuckled in disapproval. “Just by yourself? There isn’t anyone in this Central Region Academy that can chase me out nor is there anyone that can insult her!”

“Haha! What a joke!” The middle-aged man tossed his head back and laughed heartily. “Brat, don’t you know the backings of the academy? How can you speak such conceited nonsense? Our Central Region Academy has only been established for a thousand years, but it has become a powerful faction in the world. It was Senior Yue who had single-handedly constructed the academy a thousand years ago. Her followers took over her after she died. Even though the academy isn’t as strong as it was a thousand years ago after Senior Yue’s disappearance, you still can’t behave atrociously in this academy!”

A trace of killing intent appeared in Zi Qian Jing’s eyes.

Nobody was permitted to use his mother’s reputation!

“Hall Master of alchemy, Mo Li…” Zi Qian Jing smiled coldly as he cast a gaze filled with killing intent at the middle-aged man. “If the academy is full of people like yourself, then the academy is only average. She is the person I want to protect and that woman insulted her. If I were given a second chance, I will still not let off anyone that insulted her!”

“You are a grown-up man but still disputes with a woman. Don’t you think it is shameful?” Mo Li’s expression turned ashen as he commented with gritting teeth.

Zi Qian Jing lifted his gaze and said, “Woman? So what about it? No matter if it is a woman or a toddler, I similarly won’t let them off.” His voice was clearly pleasant to the ear, but it makes people heart palpitate slightly in fear.

His words was like a heavy hammer that struck Mu Ru Yue’s heart.

Her gaze became unfocused as he looked at the back of the youth. He bore some similarity with Ye Wu Chen’s appearance. That last phrase was also something that Ye Wu Chen had said before…

At this moment, she felt as though Ye Wu Chen had appeared before her.

Mu Ru Yue shook her head and sighed slightly. ‘It seems that it had been too long since I saw Wu Chen that I am starting to miss that man who entered my heart.’

It was unknown where Wu Chen was now…

Zang Qing Xue’s heart shuddered vigorously as she looked flabbergasted at the youth’s handsome face.

The youth seemed to not know how to treat a lady. Although she didn’t have a devastating beautiful appearance, she was still a girl. Yet, he had laid such a strong hand on her.

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