The Demonic King Chases His Wife

At the same time, he arranged an imprisonment with a range of one hundred meters, confining Su Luo’s movements.

He just didn’t believe that this time, he would still let Su Luo escape!

This time, the white-clothed person used one hundred percent of his strength!

This thrust had all his strength placed in it.

He opened his eyes wide, afraid that this time, his vision would blur once again.

However, he didn’t know that he would never be blurry-eyed again.

Because he had already fallen down for eternity, never to wake up again.

Nangong Liuyun’s berserk golden fist that emitted an endless violent energy, heavily smashed towards his back.

All of the white-clothed person’s bones rapidly cracked, shattering into pieces. Until finally, he turned into a lump of minced meat, falling softly to the ground.

Up ahead, Su Luo staggered and almost fell down.

Nangong Liuyun turned around and went to her, with quick steps, he caught her and placed her tightly in his embrace.

“Luo Luo.” Nangong Liuyun stared at her nervously, examining her body from head to toe.

From the moment he saw that long sword thrust towards Su Luo until now, Nangong Liuyun’s figure still trembled slightly.

“Damn it!” With this examination, Nangong Liuyun got so angry that he nearly went crazy.

His precious Luoluo—these days, he had carefully attended to her with all of his heart. And with great difficulty, he had finally gotten a little healthy color from Luo Luo. Now, her body’s internal organs and veins were in disorder, even more, the lapel of her coat was mottled with bloodstains.

Falling into his embrace, Su Luo opened her pair of weak eyes. The corners of her mouth slowly formed a gorgeous smile: “Nangong, I just knew you would rush over.”

Nangong Liuyun’s pair of icy, gloomy, cold and bloodthirsty eyes. At the corners of his eyes, he restrained them slightly but it was full of self-blame.

“Luo Luo… I almost—I almost lost you again…”

He had vowed before that he would never let her get hurt again; he had vowed to protect her well. But now, she was hurt right in front of his eyes.

A breeze caressed his jet-black as ink hair. That beautiful and exquisite appearance was full of heartache and guilt.

Su Luo smiled weakly: “Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s my fault!” Nangong Liuyun said, “The Snow Lion would never attack us without cause or reason. The reason for this is well worth thinking over!”

Nangong Liuyun’s gaze turned to that white-clothed person’s badly mutilated body. His pitch-black, ink-like eyes emitted a faint, hidden light with a strange measuring look.

No one knew what Nangong Liuyun was thinking.

“The wounds on your body…” The bright red blood on the front of Su Luo’s body deeply stung his pair of eyes.

Nangong Liuyun’s pair of eyes narrowed slightly, springing up with a ruthlessness.

“The little divine dragon left to hunt down the Nine-tailed Spirit Fox. Hopefully he can capture it.” Su Luo weakly rested her head against his chest. Rubbing against it for a moment, searching for a comfortable position to lean against.

Earlier, when she was avoiding the white-clothed person, she used teleport twice in a row, almost exhausting all of her strength.

At this time, she always felt as if oxygen was being extracted out from her brain, leaving a blank sheet. Moreover, she felt so nauseated that she wanted to vomit.

Seeing Su Luo’s pale appearance, Nangong Liuyun once again hated that he wasn’t an Apothecary.

“We’ll go look for the little divine dragon.” He had never been the kind of person to sit and wait for death or to entrust to chance rather than show initiative. His policy was always to take the initiative to attack.

With a quick turn of his agile body, Nangong Liuyun got up and slapped awake the Dragon Scaled Horse. Very quickly, they were far away from this bloodstained, snow covered ground.

“Were all three beasts killed?” Su Luo, who had suffered excessive blood loss, kept feeling like her whole body was cold and was unable to stop shivering.

“I killed two.” Nangong Liuyun’s appearance was cold and stiff, and his gaze was extremely cold like iron. However, when he spoke to Su Luo, his gaze was so tender and warm that water could drip out.

“Releasing the tiger back into the mountains will cause no end of trouble.” Su Luo’s tone carried regret, that didn’t disperse for a long time.

The Snow Lion species’ race, because it had low numbers, so they were very united. Moreover, they liked to hold grudges; they would certainly seek revenge.