The Demonic King Chases His Wife

“Master!” Zi Ran hurriedly went to support Master.

The formidably strong Master, how was it that he could not stand stably? Zi Ran was extremely puzzled.

Grandmaster Rong Yun supported himself with the doorframe and took a long time to return to his senses.

Resembled her, truly a splitting image.

This face was a carbon copy of that person’s face.

Even if he turned to ashes, he would never forget this face that was branded deeply in his mind.

Back then, he had predicted that Luo Luo’s face would resemble hers. But he would never have imagined that it resembled hers to such a degree.

This completely was the same as her from that time.

Grandmaster Rong Yun walked towards Su Luo step by step, his gait somewhat hesitant.

As he got closer, Grandmaster Rong Yun could clearly feel Su Luo’s living breath.

His complexion immediately became very ugly.

He grabbed Su Luo’s hand and carefully felt her pulse.

Nangong Liuyun’s sharp gaze was like the stars in the night sky, unblinkingly staring at Grandmaster Rong Yun.

“Five organ’s blood clotted due to hyperemia, five viscera and six bowels were all damaged, the spirit and the soul were shaken…. ” Grandmaster Rong Yun put down Su Luo’s wrist, and his tone was as cold as a millennium-old glacier.

“Who did this?” The always unperturbed Grandmaster Rong Yun now was like a raging tiger, furious dragon, unable to restrain his anger!

Although Nangong Liuyun was of the younger generation, he also knew about Grandmaster Rong Yun and Fairy Yan Xia’s matter.

He coldly cast Grandmaster Rong Yun a glance: “You know who it is.”

With regards to this subject, he took some well-deserved anger out on Grandmaster Rong Yun.

If it was not because of Grandmaster Rong Yun and old witch Yan Xia’s emotional entanglement, his precious Luo Luo would not have become cannon fodder and would not have been chased to be killed to such dire straits.

Grandmaster Rong Yun tightly clenched his fists: “Yan, Xia!”

The words had just left his mouth, when Grandmaster Rong Yun’s figure had already disappeared without a trace.

Zi Ran watched until he was distracted.

All these years…Master had never been angry.

Normally, Master was a gentle and lukewarm vegetarian, but who dared to forget his bad temper?

He had heard before that when Master was angry, the entire City of Ping Chuan was wiped out, not a chicken nor dog was left behind. After all this time, will this matter happen once again?

Zi Ran looked at the apathetic Nangong Liuyun.

This person…If he did not have to take care of Little Junior Sister, then he would have turned the entire world upside down by now.

Little Junior Sister ah Little Junior Sister, you must wake up, otherwise this world will not be peaceful anymore.

Zi Ran prayed that Su Luo would quickly wake up.

In fact, how could Su Luo’s soul state that was in her space not want to wake up?

But, no matter how she struggled, resisted, and strived, it was of no use.

In the end, Su Luo could only place her hope on the 《Spirit Dance Steps Law》.

Afterwards, when Nangong Liuyun continuously recited it, she memorized all of it.

As for Grandmaster Rong Yun.

Don’t know how Grandmaster did the search, in less than one day’s time, he had already arrived in the cave where Fairy Yan Xia resided.

Seeing Grandmaster Rong Yun descend with righteous wrath and a murderous cold aura, Fairy Yan Xia’s pale face smiled.

At this moment, she was emaciated, merely skin and bones. Her head was full of white hair, looking like a fully aged old woman.

When she smiled, it was more frightening than a ghost.

“You finally came.” Fairy Yan Xia exposed a mouthful of deeply cold white teeth.

Grandmaster Rong Yun’s gaze was like the cold snow on top of a millennium-old glacier, but was also like an explosive volcano.

“Yan Xia, you went too far.”

However, the words he spoke were indifferent as smoke or fire.

This soft and unhurried sentence contained all of his rage.

Fairy Yan Xia laughed while coughing: “Rong Yun, you got angry. Before death’s door, you are finally willing to be angry at me.”

Even getting mad at her was an extravagant hope. How could she dare to excessively demand that he would like her?