The Demonic King Chases His Wife

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“Let go…” Chu Yang forced the two words out with difficulty.

The corners of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth maintained their ever cool and indifferent smile, and his voice was faint. “Too late.”

If the person he had attacked just now was Nangong Liuyun, then he might have changed his death sentence to a life sentence of enslavement for a hundred years.

However, because Chu Yang had made the choice to attack Su Luo at the last moment, his death was sealed.

Chu Yang was confused before, but at this moment, after exchanging a look with Nangong Liuyun, he completely understood the intention in his gaze.

He desperately turned toward Leng Qi, his friend that had been by his side from the very beginning.

When Leng Qi saw Chu Yang like this, his heart tightened. He took advantage of this moment to drop Xiao Luo from his arms and fly forward.

He ran away that fast, with that kind of desperation.

In the blink of an eye, he shrunk into just a tiny black dot.

Xiao Luo was left behind on the ground, unmoving.

Su Luo rushed up and checked her breathing, then shook her head regretfully at Chu Yang.

Nobody would have expected the evil girl that pretended to be innocent to meet this kind of ending, to have fallen to her death.

When Chu Yang received this news, his entire body felt as if it was struck by lightning!

Fallen to death… in the end, my sister actually fell to death…

Hahaha… hahaha…

Chu Yang laughed mournfully, the sound of his laughter harsh and despairing.

Laughing and laughing, until the sound of his voice suddenly disappeared.

Su Luo looked at Chu Yang’s wide-open, unwilling dead 1, and finally went up and closed his eyelids.

Chu Yang’s death was hideous and twisted bya kind of hatred that came from being harshly betrayed.

Su Luo watched the black dot that was nearly out of sight.

Was Nangong Liuyun going to let Leng Qi run away just like that?

Just as she finished her thought, Su Luo saw a thin wind blade burst out from Nangong Liuyun’s robe with the sound of cutting through air.

Then, Su Luo saw with her very own eyes that the little speck that had already run off far away seemed as if its back was held by a thread and pulled backwards.

He struggled hard, but it was useless. He was pulled from flying mid-air, both legs desperately pedalling forward, but his body couldn’t keep itself from being pulled backwards. That sight was oddly comical.

Leng Qi was pulled back hard, and then dropped heavily to the ground. He couldn’t even get back up for quite some time.

Nangong Liuyun was just trying to win a smile from Su Luo, and now that she had, Leng Qi’s use was also gone.

As soon as Nangong Liuyun released his hand, the wind blade was stabbed into Leng Qi’s throat.

And so, this Leng Qi was whimpering and wailing.

Su Luo silently glanced at Nangong Liuyun, and her gaze fell on Chu Yang’s figure.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up!

Killing people and looting property, what was the use of Nangong Liuyun just killing people? Resources need to be recycled, or else it’s all wasted.

Su Luo’s pair of snow-white jade hands excitedly made their way across Chu Yang’s corpse and found out Chu Yang’s identity nameplate.

What a pity. Since Chu Yang was already dead, there was no way to use his spiritual power again. Su Luo saw the vast amount of points inside, but could not touch them…

Nangong Liuyun picked Su Luo up and used a handkerchief to forcefully and frustratedly rub at her delicate hands.

“Hiss—— it really hurts! Nangong Liuyun, what are you doing!?” Su Luo was crying. Before she had recovered from her despair, she was given an arrogant rub from Nangong Liuyun, and her fingers were red at the joints.

And so, Su Luo’s dark eyes glared at Nangong Liuyun resentfully.