The Demonic King Chases His Wife

This segment of speech carried a trace of bewitching quality, as if lobbying at all costs for the challenger to select the death grade.

Just when this segment of speech came out, ‘swoosh, swoosh, swoosh’, four pieces of protruding jasper jade appeared from the wall.

Average grade, difficult grade, elite grade and death grade, these four options.

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes narrowed slightly, they were profoundly mysterious.

Luo Haochen coldly smiled: “Death grade? It’s not like we are fools, how could we possibly select the death grade.”

Luo Dieyi also smilingly said: “Average grade is too ordinary, we ought to choose the difficult grade.”

Situ Ming and Li Yaoyao still hadn’t been transferred in, so they abstained from voting.

Nangong Liuyun’s deep eyes swept over them once, his pupils were enchanting, enigmatic and demonically charming.

An afterimage flashed by, he had already arrived in front of that dark green, fourth chunk of jasper jade.

Common grade, difficult grade, elite grade and death grade.

Arranged from left to right.

Nangong Liuyun’s clear slender finger, without the slightest hesitation, pressed on the death grade option.

“Hahahahaha……Finally, someone chose the death grade, hahaha——”

A burst of domineering wild laughter rang out beside everyone’s ears. Stinging their eardrums, making it feel extremely painful.

Luo Dieyi and Luo Haochen simply became rooted to the spot, staring blankly. They completely didn’t know how they should react.

“Bang——”

The vermillion red palace hall gates slowly opened. Inside it was enveloped in a thick fog, no one was able to see clearly.

“Oh, I forgot to say, there are only two situations where you can exist the death grade. One, death, two, clearing the challenge. It is impossible to withdraw midway.”

This full of domineering voice carried a wisp of urgency and its laughter was strange.

Cannot withdraw midway? One, death, two, clearing the challenge? There were only these two options?

Li Yaoyao and Situ Ming had just come in when they heard this grievous news, they immediately stood rigidly to the spot!

That berserk voice seemed to feel that it still hadn’t shocked them enough, it once again, ‘haha’, howled with laughter:

“Go in, my children, hope you guys can live till the end. For so many years, there was only one group that cleared the death grade oh, hahahahaha——”

The sound lingered on, refusing to stop.

It seemed as if a long time had passed before this extremely painful voice that shook people’s ears gradually faded.

Luo Haochen was the first one to return to his senses, he glared at Nangong Liuyun: “Why did you select death grade? You want to kill us all?!”

Wisps of blood flashed in the depths of Luo Haochen’s eyes, it could clearly be seen that his anger had already reached the extreme point.

It was not only Luo Haochen, these several people were all gazing at Nangong Liuyun in shock, all of them were waiting for his explanation.

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes wrinkled slightly, just when everyone thought he would fling his sleeves and leave, he unhurriedly opened his mouth.

“Death grade, the probability of getting the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort is one hundred percent.”

His voice was indifferent, as if he was talking about something as simple as eating and drinking water.

Everyone stared blankly.

However, Li Yaoyao took the lead to first return to her senses. Her eyes nearly shot out flames: “Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort, you, because of a little higher probability, are sending us all to our deaths?!”

Situ Ming was clearly also very angry: “Third Junior Brother, you doing this, isn’t it too selfish and too excessive! For so many years, I mistook you!”

Nangong Liuyun’s three thousand black hair was wind-born and danced softly and wantonly. His glowing white complexion was brash and chilly, demonically charming and indolent.

“Selfish? Excessive?” Nangong Liuyun’s eyes were like obsidian, resplendent as jade. He cast a sidelong glance at Situ Ming, his smile was touching like the summer flower, “This is the real me oh, you didn’t mistakenly recognize someone else.”

Situ Ming had a breath stifled in his throat, not going up nor down, nearly causing him to breathe his last.

Su Luo almost uttered her laughter out loud.

Even if the whole world was opposed, her Nangong still was absolutely unrestrained, doing whatever he pleased.

She really liked this kind of brash and overbearing manner of his.