Ling Feng's eyes were red, and he was about to swallow Su Luo alive. He pointed at Su Luo and roared loudly: "In order not to worry you, Your Highness has always acted like nothing was wrong. But what about you! You actually have such a heavy hand! I really don't know why Your Highness likes a vicious woman like you!"
Su Luo was almost dumbfounded by Ling Feng's accusation.
She stared at Ling Feng blankly, every word and every word he said kept circulating in her mind.
Nangong Liuyun was seriously injured in that battle, and was injured repeatedly to save her? how so…
Ling Feng red eyes, glared at Su Luo hatefully, raised his hand to wipe the overflowing liquid from his eyes.
"Well—" Nangong Liuyun couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Su Luo was stunned.
She stepped forward quickly and knelt down in front of him on one knee, her eyes flashing with unprecedented panic.
"What should I do? What should I do now?" Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun's chest, which was like a blooming manzhushahua, a piece of coquettish red that quickly soaked into the white and dark-patterned brocade robe.
On his light-colored thin lips, scarlet liquid dripped, drop by drop, one after another.
At the position of his chest, thick and thick blood filled the air, and the pungent bloody smell swept all over his body.
But he didn't realize how painful it was, a faint smile like a mist hung on his lips, the bottom of his eyes was a bottomless black, the whole person revealed a coquettish charm but despair and pessimism, with a strong self-abandonment and self-destructive splendor.
This kind of him made Su Luo terrified, but also heart palpitated.
Su Luo's eyes gradually became wet...
How could this be? She didn't want to, she never thought it would hurt him so badly, she just threw the punch when she was in a hurry, really didn't know he was hurt so badly!
Su Luo's eyes were wet and she shook her head constantly. She wanted to tell him that she didn't do it on purpose.
Nangong Liuyun was still kneeling in front of Su Luo on one knee and half, and he clenched her hand tightly. Because he tried his best to endure the pain, the blue veins on the back of the white and moist hand were bulging and trembling faintly.
Nangong Liuyun didn't feel how scary his appearance was now. His bewitching beautiful eyes stared at Su Luo tenderly, and he laughed without warmth, as if the whole world collapsed in front of him in the next second and he wouldn't wrinkle. Eyebrows.
He fixedly and looked at her softly: "Now is your last chance. Luoluo, if you stay now, you won't be able to leave later."
Su Luo just shook his head. She wanted to say sorry, wanted to say sorry, but her throat seemed to be caught by a hand, and she couldn't make a sound.
"Are you out of your anger now?" Nangong Liuyun's smile was very light, like a cloud in the sky, out of reach.
Without waiting for Su Luo to answer, Nangong Liuyun gave her another sentence: "If you are still angry... I can give you another chance." From his sleeve, a dagger suddenly appeared, and he pushed it hard. In Su Luo's hands, he fixedly looked at her.
Ling Feng was so frightened that his soul flew away.
"His Royal Highness!" That dagger can break your hair, and it is highly poisonous. If it touches your skin a little, the whole body will rot and spread, and there is no cure.
"Who allowed you to speak?! Get out!" Nangong Liuyun has always been unscrupulous towards others.
For a moment, the air suddenly solidified.
For His Royal Highness King Jin, Ling Feng had long been accustomed to obeying. Every word, every sentence and every action of his had already formed a reflex arc of obedience in their minds.