The Demonic King Chases His Wife

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"Oh, heavens. There are only two of them left in the entire Trial tower now?"

"98 people have already withdrawn, so what do you think?"

"Goodness, is this not the easiest assessment in history?"

"I’m not sure if it is the easiest, but I do know that this time... the victors put in the least effort to win."

"The girls are counting their nameplates. I bet their hands are about to cramp up from having to count so many?”

Countless sighs and countless gazes—they were all focused on Su Luo.

After recounting the pieces three times, Su Luo finally confirmed that she had now gathered all the identity plates.

One hundred plates!

This was the first success of this kind in the history of Midstream Mountain.

Upon completing the task, Su Luo led Big Sister Wei out of the Tower of Trials.

The thick and heavy vermilion doors slowly opened, and Su Luo stepped out leisurely.

In the sunshine, she walked slowly, stunning everyone with her beauty. With those bright eyes and pearl white teeth, skin fairer than fresh snow, and a graceful bearing that made her as elegant as jade, she was intoxicating to anyone who laid eyes on her.

Her red outfit, which had big mandala flowers embroidered onto its cuffs and skirt, shone ravishingly. Under the bright and dazzling sunlight, her gorgeous face seemed to be covered in a faint glow. Su Luo was devastatingly beautiful and incomparably magnificent.

The corners of her lips softly raised into a faint smile like that of a light breeze passing by. Then in an instant, her smile bloomed, becoming supremely exquisite like the sight of many great crimson lotuses in full flower.

"Such beauty..."

In person, Su Luo was a hundred times more beautiful than on screen.

Such a thin and delicately exquisite body had unexpectedly caused hundreds of mighty warriors in the Midstream Mountain to suffer an utter defeat, winning this competition. Although she had not won in much glory, she had done so with intelligence.

People were always more lenient and understanding towards beautiful people and things. So, even though they had lost, they were willing to accept it.

Among them, the whole group of people that Shen Dazhuang represented admitted that Su Luo’s skills surpassed their own. Of course, there was still someone who was unconvinced, and that person was Leng Xiao.

At this moment, Leng Xiao was staring at Su Luo with a dark and malicious gaze. Simultaneously, the corners of his lips raised into a strangely cold and cruel sneer—one that was profoundly mysterious and made others feel deeply uncomfortable.

When Su Luo exited, she headed straight towards the Guardian.

This was a middle-aged woman who was even more like an Abbess than Abbess Miejue.

Smiling nonchalantly, Su Luo said cooly and unhurriedly, "Where is the stone platform?"

The eyes of Abbess Miejue No.2 flickered. She originally thought that Su Luo didn't know about this, so she didn't expect that Su Luo would ask about it the moment she came out!

Under Su Luo's overbearing gaze, Abbess Miejue No. 2 clenched her fists.

Su Luo’s smile turned into a somewhat taunting smirk as she repeated: "Where is the stone platform?"

At this moment, all eyes were on Abbess Miejue No. 2, gazing at her face.

Meanwhile, Abbess Miejue No. 2 glanced at a different direction with the corners of her eyes.

While following Abbess Miejue’s gaze, Su Luo’s eyes happened to meet Leng Xiao’s.

Leng Xiao glared at her, but Su Luo just smiled calmly.

The two people's auras immediately clashed in a battle of superiority.

Leng Xiao suddenly shot a taunting sneer at Su Luo. Then, with a steady pace, he walked towards her slowly, step by step. Finally, he stood firmly in front of Su Luo, staring fixedly.

Su Luo raised her fair and slender chin slightly, seemingly haughty yet carefree. Standing there with a posture that was neither servile nor overbearing, she let him gaze at her.

"You want to draw lots?" Leng Xiao's cold voice rang out as he gazed at her icily. "You think you are qualified to draw them?"

Su Luo wasn’t angered and smiled instead: "I'm not qualified? Oh, don’t tell me that you’re the one who is qualified? You, a scum who was knocked out of the assessment?"