[v]Laugh at me for being a loser? You'll all kneel down after you awaken your talent!

Bai Huang felt a gust of wind brush past her, and suddenly felt the warmth of a hand around her waist.

A familiar sandalwood scent lingered at the tip of her nose, causing her to blink involuntarily.

Looking up, I saw that the man's peach blossom eyes were filled with dark undercurrents, and his expression was frighteningly gloomy.

Oh no! How did he find his way here?

"Could this young lady be an old friend of Lord Luo?" The arrogant voice from a moment ago instantly turned humble and fearful.

Luo Jing snorted coldly and waved his sleeve.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose inside the building.

Bai Huang, with her sharp eyes, noticed the cyan energy gathering in his palm.

Could it be wind-type mystic power?

The whistling air swept in one direction, and with a "bang," all the doors and windows on the second floor shattered.

An old man dressed in white flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily at Bai Huang's feet.

"Old man with a broken spirit, you know I'm here and yet you're still sitting unharmed upstairs? Looks like you're tired of living!"

When Feng Yu saw Luo Jing appear, especially seeing how protective he was of Bai Huang, his expression became inscrutable.

"How dare I, an old man?" The old man with the crippled spirit truly deserved the word "crippled," as he had lost an ear, gone blind in one eye, and his right hand was severed.

"But this girl killed a member of the Bai family, and that's the rule of Lingbao Tower..."

Luo Jing's gaze was like a knife, fixed on the old man with remnant spirit.

The old man's forehead was covered in large beads of sweat, and he could no longer finish his sentence, his back bent like a shrimp.

"Those bastards from the Bai family deserved to die."

Luo Jing pulled Bai Huang in front of him. "Listen up, all of you! No one is allowed to touch this woman except me. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on her is going against me, Luo Jing!"

Even the Third Prince Feng Yu, of noble status, couldn't help but look solemn and remained silent in rebuttal.

Bai Huang was pondering this person's origins when Feng Yu, without giving her a chance to think, directly ordered, "Come with me."

She quickly took back Xiaoman's jade pendant and hurriedly stuffed it into her clothes.

Before she could even stand properly, Luo Jing forcibly half-carried and half-pulled her out the door.

"Hey, handsome guy, let's talk this over." Bai Huang was carried on his shoulder, feeling the strange looks from passersby.

"Isn't that Young Master Luo?"

"Whose daughter is he carrying on his shoulder?"

"Never seen anything like it!"

"She must be a shameless vixen trying to seduce the young master!"

Whispers and whispers reached Bai Huang's ears, and she couldn't help but look up at the chattering group of women and shout, "What? Envious? Come on, let's switch places, you can have these shoulders!"

The jolt made her stomach ache even more.

Luo Jing's face grew increasingly gloomy, and none of his attendants dared to look up at their master.

Normally, it's difficult for many people to even speak a word to their master, yet this girl is being held like this by him!

Luo Jing snorted coldly, and a pair of azure wind wings suddenly materialized behind him, unfolding in front of Bai Huang with a "whoosh".

"Oh dear, handsome, your wings... Ah!" Bai Huang cried out in pain before she could finish speaking.

Luo Jing, seemingly angered by something, carried her high into the air and tossed her up into the sky with a cold expression.

The blue sky and white clouds shimmered in Bai Huang's eyes.

The feeling of weightlessness was suffocating; just when he was about to be smashed to pieces, Young Master Luo lazily reached out and caught him.

After repeating this several times, he finally managed to calm down.

Seeing Bai Huang's pale face, his anger finally subsided slightly. "Little girl! What? Still want to offer my shoulder to someone else?"

Bai Huang's face turned deathly pale, and she trembled as she tightly embraced Luo Jing's neck.

Luo Jing's expression was complicated, but he did not refuse.

Those around gasped in astonishment.

Is this still the same Lord Luo who is known for being cold-blooded and quick to kill?

In the past, let alone touching the hem of his clothes, even getting close to him could have brought about one's death.

Bai Huang gritted her teeth, took two deep breaths, and said with a hint of threat in her voice, "Handsome, you'd better think this through. I'm a very petty person, and if you dare to make me unhappy, I definitely won't let you off easily."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jing raised an eyebrow, a look of doubt on his face.

Bai Huang was tormented by dizziness and her stomach was churning, but her tone grew increasingly harsh: "Are you prepared to bear the consequences?"

A sense of foreboding inexplicably rose in Luo Jing's heart.

Just as his thoughts were drifting, Bai Huang suddenly ripped open his collar and buried her face deep in the crook of his neck.

"vomit--!"