The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Su Luo opened her eyes.

What she saw was Nangong Liuyun’s black eyes that shone with a spirited, cold and dazzling light.

His face seemed have been carved with a knife, extraordinarily handsome. His elegant, satin-like, fine black hair also swayed in a carefree manner in the wind over his shoulder. He was very beautiful, so beautiful that it enticed the hearts of people.

For a moment, Su Luo felt like she was bewitched, stupefied by his beauty.

“How is it? Do you feel a little more comfortable?” Nangong Liuyun’s dark red vermilion lips curled up, and his deep, beautiful eyes looked at Su Luo with deep concern.

Su Luo took a deep breath.

Previously, her lungs were so unbearably hot that it hurt, to the extent that even inhaling a mouthful of air nearly made her pass out from the pain.

However, now, Su Luo took a deep breath and sucked in a mouthful of sweet scented air.

“Much better than before. It doesn’t hurt as much as before.” Su Luo’s face, which was originally as pale as paper, now seemed to have a faint rosiness.

Nangong Liuyun didn’t feel at ease and grabbed her slender hand to take her pulse carefully. He also used his spirit energy to sort out her body thoroughly. It was only after he made sure that there weren’t any major problems did his manner relax somewhat.

Su Luo continuously looked at him warmly.

This time, she injured her body seriously, but Nangong Liuyun was injured in the heart.

She had turned a demonically enchanting, cruel, untamed, powerful, aggressive, most honored and kingly person into a docile man who helps her dress, feeds her, washes her hands, and cooks soup for her.

Of course, he was docile only towards her.

“What are you laughing at? With that foolish expression all over your face.” Nangong Liuyun helped Su Luo tidy up her sleeves. Then he raised his eyes to see this girl smiling foolishly and hooked her nose lovingly.

The more Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun, the more satisfied she became.

Able to pick up such a good man, really was a meat pie falling from the sky. One could only come across such things serendipitously.

It seemed that heaven still cared for her a lot.

“Nangong, after we return, lets get…” Before the word married could emerge and Su Luo still had a smile at the corners of her mouth.

However, an unforeseen event suddenly occurred at this moment.

From far away, a fierce yell could be heard faintly.

The yell was fierce as if heaven and earth was shaking, while the earth cracked and broke open.

Su Luo’s expression froze slightly. “This is…”

“The Snow Lion that escaped.” Nangong Liuyun’s expression was somewhat unsightly.

At that time, Nangong Liuyun urgently had to save Su Luo, so gave it an opportunity to escape.

Never expected that after being injured it actually stayed here and hadn’t return to its community.

“Opportunity only knocks once! Hurry up and go!” Su Luo hurriedly urged him.

She knew how the Snow Lion’s ethnic group would definitely avenge a hatred.

If this Snow Lion was beheaded here, then the follow-up danger would be eliminated. So they wouldn’t need to constantly worry that the Snow Lion community would attack them.

“Hay——” Nangong Liuyun commanded the Dragon Scaled Horse to accelerate its speed.

“In fact, if you flew over there…” Su Luo had only spoken half a sentence before she was interrupted.

“Luo Luo, I can’t possibly leave you by yourself.” The fear from nearly losing her before was still vivid in his mind. Just recalling it made him tremble from head to toe.

How could he still possibly leave Luoluo behind by herself? Even though if it was only one in ten thousandth of a possibility, Nangong Liuyun wouldn’t take this risk.

“It’s all my fault for burdening you…” Su Luo pursed her pale lips, her little head hanging down in self-blame.

Now the sickly her was just a burden.

Nangong Liuyun really loved this pitiful little appearance of Su Luo’s to death. Su Luo’s this kind of appearance gave him a sense of security of being able to lovingly spoil her.

“Foolish girl, do you want me die from self-blame?” Nangong Liuyun tenderly stroked her satin-like, supple hair.

Su Luo leaned against his shoulder, a smile spread across her face.

Sour and sweet feelings interweaved in her heart, gradually forming into a jar of blessful wine.