The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss - Chapter 1529

Chapter 1529

Chapter 1529 – The last battle (10)

However, Su Luo never expected that Nangong Liuyun’s luck would be so bad . To actually fall ill before such a critical competition and facing such a strong opponent!

“It’s time . ”

On the stage, Dongfang Xuan looked at Nangong Liuyun with provocation .

The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s dark lips carelessly hooked up . His gaze was like the night pearl in the black sea, giving off a brilliant and radiant luster .

He looked at Su Luo firmly and with no regrets .

“Girl . ” Nangong Liuyun’s chin was handsome and sculpted, perfectly curved . His gaze was like bright starlight, firmly and seriously gazing at Su Luo, “Wait for me to return okay?”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you . ” Su Luo smiled brilliantly and hugged Nangong Liuyun by the neck . She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek .

Her red lips touched the ice-cold skin, and Su Luo’s heart suddenly jumped .

But at this moment Nangong Liuyun had already firmly pushed her away, took large strides toward the stage .

Su Luo’s thought process was very fast, with lightning speed, she seemed to have understood something . But just at this time, Nangong Liuyun was already on the stage and smiled brilliantly toward Su Luo . This smile would charm all living things, capturing the hearts of every young miss . But Su Luo’s expression was very impatient .

What to do! Su Luo was so busy that she was running around in circles in place .

Zi Yan walked over and pulled Su Luo back . Pushing her back into the chair and seriously asking with deep concern: “What happened? Why are you anxious like this?”

Beichen Ying also gathered close: “Don’t be anxious . Don’t worry . Nangong will definitely defeat Dongfang Xuan . ”

Su Luo, with a crying face, said her suspicions out loud: “I suspect Nangong’s leg issue flared up again . ”

“What?!” Beichen Ying immediately sucked in a breath of cold air .

He knew about the matter of Nangong Liuyun being sick in the middle of the month .

At that time, the little Nangong Liuyun was in so much pain that he tied himself up . He bit his teeth and crouched under the table . When the elders found him, he had already passed out from the pain . The floor had a huge spot full of water, that was all the sweat that fell from his body . And his body seemed as if it was fished up from deep water, wet from head to toe .

But even when he was in so much pain, he still didn’t say a word . He didn’t yell out a bit about how bitter it was . Even though the bottom of his lips has turned into a meat strip from being bitten . Even though they were in the room next door, they didn’t hear a sound .

Ever since that time, Beichen Ying completely was convinced by Nangong Liuyun .

That year . Nangong Liuyun was only eight years old .

Such a young boy, with pink skin, sculpted like fine jade, a cute little boy, was already able to be ruthless to himself to that degree . The Little Beichen afterwards directly followed blindly behind him .

Now, when Beichen Ying heard Nangong Liuyun’s sickness had returned, his face turned deathly white .

“The middle of the month hasn’t arrived yet ah!” Beichen Ying bit his teeth and said in a low tone . But the deeply worried sound in that tone was very obvious .

“How could…it just happen to be today?” Zi Yan was so worried that she stamped her feet .

“Did you see it wrong?” Beichen Ying stared at Su Luo . His beautiful eyes had a never-before-seen seriousness .

Because the Nangong Liuyun on the stage had his body tall and straight, his embroidered robe dancing in the wind . He didn’t give off a bit of a feeling as if he was ill .

“Hope what I thought I saw was wrong . ” Su Luo bit her lips and took a deep breath . Be that as it may, her heart was still restless .

Her sixth sense had always been accurate . Her ability to sense danger had always been very sharp . She had a strong premonition . The premonition indicated that something would happen to Nangong Liuyun on the stage .

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan stood facing each other on the stage .

The corner of Dongfang Xuan’s lips hooked up into a provocative and savage cold smile . His tone was frosty as if it came from prison in the underworld: “Third younger brother, it’s been a long time since I saw you . ”