The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Rong Yun was as indifferent as the wind, and he stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his white silk robe flowing gracefully in the wind.

He had a faint worried expression on his face: “This trip to Xian’s Wood Residence is very far away, your body is still too weak.”

Rong Yun turned his gaze towards Nangong Liuyun, with a serious expression that was imposing and reserved said: “Now, I have entrusted Luo Luo to you, if she has so much as a tiny mishap when you return, humph!”

Nangong Liuyun’s luxurious fiery red velvet robe made him appear distinguished, domineering, demonically charming and enigmatic.

His cold black eyes, were as coldly remote as a deep pool, and with his light pink-colored thin lips pulled into a straight line, he coldly vowed: “Whoever dares to hurt Luo Luo, will need to tread over my dead body!”

The usually scheming and farsighted His Highness Prince Jin was this courageous and ruthless. He raised his dignified head arrogantly, appearing absolutely dominant.

“Hm.” Rong Yun only gave a faint hum and did not say anything else.

A promise between men only required a tacitly understood meaningful glance.

The inherent arrogance and nobility make it hard for people like him to get off their high horse and to swear such a vow to keep a promise.

But Nangong Liuyun accomplished this point for Su Luo, it was already remarkable enough.

“Then go.” Rong Yun waved his hand, when his beautiful eyes looked towards Su Luo, it flashed.

“Well then, Master, we will be going.” Su Luo, who was wrapped in Nangong Liuyun’s arms, waved her hand in a reluctant-to-leave manner.

“Hm.” Rong Yun nodded his head in an amiable manner, so pure and cold like a remote and aloof god.

The summit of Cloud Mist Peak, the gentle wind blew at the corner of his robes, making it flutter in the wind.

His expression was so enigmatic that no one could understand it.

Watching as Nangong Liuyun carried Su Luo down the mountain, until only a tiny black dot was visible, a trace of worry appeared in Rong Yun’s eyes.

Xian’s Wood Residence was in the north, a place in the extreme north.

Nangong Liuyun carried a map Rong Yun had given him.

On this journey, in order to give Su Luo a steady place to rest, Nangong Liuyun brought his Dragon Scaled Horse along.

The horse carriage went around the Huan Mountains, through the territory of the Northern Mo, and continued all the way northwards.

Now, it was already early winter.

The north was usually a bitterly cold place, in this season, it had already gradually started to become cold.

When they were exiting Northern Mo, Nangong Liuyun had bought a bunch of winter clothing for Su Luo.

Fox fur, wolf fur, leopard fur.… very thick woolen and velvet blanket, a very thick tent and so on.

These things were all neatly stored in his Space Bag.

No matter how cold the day, he was completely unaffected, but his Luo Luo couldn’t stand the slightest blow from the wind and couldn’t deal with even a little bit of cold.

Originally, His Highness Prince Jin who had always been waited upon, when had he ever done things to take care of somebody else?

But circumstances could indeed temper a person.

The current Nangong Liuyun took very proper care of Su Luo, not missing a single detail.

Having travelled for about another ten days, the weather gradually turned cold, heavy snow fell from the sky.

Su Luo’s fragile body was wrapped tightly in fox fur, a thick leopard fur hat covered her head, only exposing a pair of beautiful pitch-black eyes.

That pair of eyes, in the middle of a snowstorm, looked even more clear in contrast, clear as water.

The sky gradually darkened.

Nangong Liuyun found a place with a huge boulder blocking the wind and set up the tent. He then spread out a thick soft fleece blanket, and only then did he carry Su Luo from the carriage and into the tent.

“I can walk by myself.” Su Luo protested quietly.

Ever since receiving such heavy injuries, her foot hasn’t touched the ground, she was always carried by Nangong Liuyun from here to there.

Nangong Liuyun’s dark eyebrows rose slightly, but he reproached in all seriousness: “Look at your body, how can you walk by yourself? What if you fall?”

Only heaven knew how much he enjoyed so openly and honorably hugging her warm and sweet self to his chest, he wouldn’t exchange it for all the things in the world.