Ling Yiyao's Boredom (5)

Shi Rong frowned as the middle aged man dressed in brown colored robes tried to grab her arm. He slicked his fading black hair back as it clung to his head. His air shined in the sunlight giving it a slimy appeal causing Shi Rong to gag in disgust.

The men around her grew from just two men to five to seven. The group became larger and larger completely isolating her from Ling Yiyao, Hui Mian and Mo Yu.

A man in dark orange robes pulled heavily on her arm causing her to fall into his fat protruding belly. His bald head shined in the light. The few strands of hair on the back of his head swayed in the wind. An overwhelming smell of burnt pork and chicken filled Shi Rongs nostrils. The punge man licked his lips as he stared at her in a perverted manner. "Young woman how would you like to become one of my many wives!"

Shi Rong knitted her brows in annoyance then pulled her arm away as she glanced at the man with great indifference. "The fact you have many wives surprises me with your revolting appearance for I do fear if your family has even the least bit of power in this city you have used it to your advantage to gain such woman for no ordinary woman will find you appeasing."

The man's face twisted in anger. "Why you ill mannered b*tch I'll teach your what happens when a random harlot offends me!" The man raised his hand ready to slap Shi Rong when a he felt a cold chill run down his spine.

His brow broke out into a cold sweat. He turned around slowly to meet a pair of purple eyes glaring at him through the crowd with unmeasurable murderous intent. His clothes became drenched in sweat as he slowly backed away from Shi Rong.

Ling Yiyao calmly glided through the parting crowd of men towards the young maiden. He grabbed her arm raising it high into the air revealing the engraved words. "You dare to harm such intentions on my wife, if there wasn't such a humble man the lot of you would be dead." He sharpened his gaze as he addressed the group. "However I am not a humble man so prepare for an early grave!" Ling Yiyao concentrated his energy but was stopped by a small delicate hand touching his cheek.

"Yiyao let us not cause such grave distar." Her soft voice traveled through the ears of the frightened group of men allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ling Yiyaos gaze softened as he looked at the young woman. The crowd quickly fled as he gazed at the young woman.

Mo Yu tugged on his robes. "Mother you must rest."

Shi Rong stroked his small head as she lightly ruffled his hair. "Mo Yu let us relax and enjoy some tea and desserts."

Mo Yu jumped up and down in excitement. "Dessert I wanna try this so called dessert!"

Hui Mian quickly ran forward. "Did you just say dessert?" She licked her lips as she drooled slightly. "This Heavenly Divine Beasts would feel overjoyed to indulge in the great taste of sweets!"