The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Su Luo spread out both hands, with an ‘as expected’ appearance: “Didn’t I say so? She really is Li Yaoyao.”

“Pfft!!!” Beichen Ying recalled Li Yaoyao’s appearance from just now going ‘baa baa baa’. All of a sudden, he hammered the ground and howled with laughter!

Zi Yan also followed after to laugh with him.

The two people, held their stomachs and rolled around on the meadow like idiots, stammeringly shouting: “Ouch, I’m dying of laughter, I’m dying of laughter……”

Li Yaoyao was so angry that her complexion turned red, so red that watery blood almost dripped out!

She, from childhood to adult, since she was born, had never been so disgraced like this!

“Su Luo! I’m going to stake it all with you!”

Li Yaoyao was like a bull, disregarding the consequences, she abruptly crashed towards Su Luo.

Her speed was very quick and her strength was also unprecedentedly huge!

If she was hit by Li Yaoyao, even a hundred Su Luos would be crushed into meat patty.

Just at this crucial moment, two white jade-like slender fingers with clear joints extended out.

With a casual slap!

Li Yaoyao was suddenly slapped to the point of being dizzy with blurred vision, her buttocks sat down hard on the grassy meadow.

Nangong Liuyun appeared as if about to vent his fury. The expression in his eyes was menacing as he glared at Li Yaoyao in an ice-cold manner.

“You want to die?”

If she wanted to die, Nangong Liuyun absolutely wouldn’t mind helping her to succeed.

Li Yaoyao raised her head, meeting those cold eyes that were like millennium-old frozen ice. For a split second, her entire body seemed to have been frozen.

A chilly gust slowly rose up from the soles of her feet.

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured over her head, in a flash, she sobered up.

Situ Ming took two steps forward, with a cold voice, he said: “This matter was not Yaoyao’s fault alone, you might as well go ask your treasured Su Luo! See in the end what she really did!”

A soft breeze brushed past, the corner of Nangong Liuyun’s gown under his jade belt flew up and over, being torn by the wind.

His ink-colored long hair hung down on his broad shoulders. His beautiful eyes hid a sinister charm.

“Ask Luo Luo?” Nangong Liuyun gave a sneer, with a gaze as if looking at an idiot, he cast a demeaning glance at Situ Ming.

“Even if my family’s Luo Luo wanted to massacre all in the whole world, then it ought to be so. How could she possibly be wrong?”

Nangong Liuyun’s gaze was cruel, untamed, and bloodthirsty, with a clear, cold empty tone that was well-known for being terrifying.

Once these words were out, immediately, everyone was dumbfounded.

The shielding of Su Luo’s errors in covering it up, from Nangong Liuyun’s words, the meaning was simply nakedly clear ah.

No matter what his family’s treasured Luo Luo did, it was all correct as it should be.

If someone, because of this, was jealous and wanted to retaliate, then they all deserved to die and couldn’t be forgiven.

Unyielding ah! Loving her to the point obtaining just one smile of hers, he would even fight the entire world, this was really……

Beichen Ying secretly gave him a thumbs up!

Inferior, he was totally inferior to Nangong Liuyun, his second brother.

Situ Ming was stumped for words.

He originally believed that Nangong Liuyun ought to explain everything to the end, right? This time, Su Luo changed Li Yaoyao into a lamb, however you sliced it, she was in the wrong, right?

However, he did thousands, no, ten of thousands of calculations, no matter what, he couldn’t calculate that Nangong Liuyun would be biased to the point of as it should be by right and completely unreasonable.

“You……” Situ Ming suddenly felt that his entire worldview was broken.

He completely didn’t know how he ought to react.

Li Yaoyao was more obvious, directly passing out from being angered.

“Nangong Liuyun, you simply, simply……” Situ Ming simply didn’t know what words he should use to describe this sinister and ruthless male.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, in the air, that huge person’s shadow faintly appeared.

“Time’s up, now hand in all of your Frost Grass.”

The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls’ tone carried a thread of mocking banter.

As if he was just hiding in the layers of cloud, with a gaze that saw through everything, watching them attentively as if watching a play.