Bab 116: New Arrivals (3)

"How dare you touch what is mine! Move away from my bearer or else I will fry you to death." Xagrien said with his face as dark as the pot's bottom.

His facial features appeared to be sharper as his purple eyes shoot daggers at the short disheveled old man, ready to strike a killing move the moment the former overextended his hands at his bearer.

'Oh la la…' the moon elf lord rolled his tongue at the visual treat in front of him. It's tiring to say that this simple way of showing possessiveness turns him on big time.

Handsome and heroic. Luis subconsciously held his breath the moment Xagrien appeared. He is wearing a shirt that perfectly hugs his perfect torso, giving Luis the urge to be head locked by those big muscled arms.

"I think your age made you dangerously ignorant," The old man smiled, a smile that clearly shows that he is pissed. "How dare you attack this great Master Feren. You are asking for an early death."