The Demonic King Chases His Wife

She kept on meditating.

Time passed, little by little.

All of a sudden, the spirit energy enveloped around Su Luo gradually began to thin out. As it turned out, in a breath’s time, these external spirit energy was absorbed, bit by bit, by Su Luo.

After absorbing all the spirit energy until nothing was left, Su Luo slowly opened her eyes.

A flash of insight flitted through her clear, beautiful eyes.

“Luo Luo, congratulations!” Zi Yan was sincerely happy for her.

“Silently, without a word, you actually reached the eighth rank, very soon, you will surpass me oh.” Beichen Ying was all smiles as he stepped closer.

Able to reach the eighth rank in one breath, Su Luo was also quite satisfied. She smiled: “It’s only the eighth rank, nothing more, nothing to be proud of, aren’t you also at the eighth rank?”

Beichen Ying finally received a deep blow. How could his eighth rank be the same as hers? He was especially looked after from when he was still in the womb. He soaked in medicinal baths to wash away impurities in the marrow. But Su Luo, up until she was fifteen, was still a good-for-nothing waste ah.

Beichen Ying speechlessly looked to the sky, if she was allowed to continuously grow like this from now, within a year, for her to reach tenth rank wasn’t impossible ah.

Just when everyone was happy, someone had to jump out to dampen everyone’s mood.

“Su Luo, because of you, Third Senior Brother is lying there, whether dead or alive is unknown, and you still have the face to smile? I’ve never seen such a selfish and mercenary person like you!” Li Yaoyao covered her red and swollen mouth, as she glared at Su Luo, panting with rage.

Su Luo slanted her an annoyed glance, she’d never met someone who was so thirsty for attention.

The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls was all smiles as he glanced at Su Luo: “This palace halls master will give you this last chance, miss this time, your Nangong will really die ah.”

Su Luo raised her chin with a ghost of a smile on her face: “Even if you die, my Nangong will not die.”

The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls’s smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth. This girl was so impolite to him, could it be…

Su Luo simply ignored him and directly squatted down in front of Nangong Liuyun, and started to caress his face with devotion.

“Nangong, you’re cruel and unscrupulous towards all the people in the world, but totally devoted towards me. How can I, Su Luo, let you down?” Su Luo’s fine white fingers stroked his withered skin, inch by inch, “Don’t worry, very soon, you will recover your youthful vigor, and even have a prolonged life.”

Nobody understood the meaning to Su Luo’s words, but when the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls heard it, his face immediately changed. How did this girl suddenly become enlightened, knowing everything?

Just when the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls was still puzzled and lost in thought, Su Luo took out a dagger from her sleeve.

‘Yan Hua’, the dagger, was sharp and threatening. With one blow, it could cut things off as if cutting hair. It gave off a faint cold light, emitting an awe-inspiring cold aura.

Su Luo didn’t think and raised the dagger to slice across her pure white jade-like wrist!

“Whoosh—— “ The dagger sliced in deeply, immediately, a stream of fresh red blood rushed out madly.

“Luo Luo!” Zi Yan immediately cried out in alarm, “What are you doing!”

Su Luo turned her head back and gave Zi Yan a pale smile: “Rest assured, I’m saving Nangong, you guys don’t be so worried.”

The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls depressedly had his hand on his forehead. This girl knew, she actually really knew to use this method to save Nangong Liuyun! So it seems there was no way of tricking this girl, alas, it’s such a pity.

Su Luo had a ghost of a smile as she glanced at the Master of the Nine Different Palace Halls, who had a remorseful expression. Then, she returned with single-minded devotion to saving Nangong Liuyun.

The scarlet blood gushed and surged out, spilling all over Nangong Liuyun’s body.

Now, Nangong Liuyun looked as if he was soaked in blood, huge areas of red were on his body, pretty and seductive like a blooming red spider lily by the Bridge of Helplessness (1).

1) Bridge of Helplessness: This is the bridge in Chinese mythology where dead people cross and drink the bowl of forgetfulness from an old lady by the bridge to continue across to be reborn.