He grabbed Su Luo's hand, and the pressure in his hand almost broke Su Luo's wrist bone.
Su Luo looked back and saw that the lines of Nangong Liuyun's chin were taut, as cold as an aristocrat. There was a trace of apprehension and nervousness in that usual domineering and domineering. For a moment, Su Luo's heart suddenly softened.
"Master, all my things are here, how troublesome it is to move them around, or... let's stay." Su Luo said a little hesitantly. That anxious little appearance, as if she was a little girl who was caught by her father when she was sleeping out at night.
Nangong Liuyun's hand obviously loosened slightly.
However, Master Rong Yun's complexion suddenly sank.
His dark and arrogant eyes shot at Nangong Liuyun like lightning!
There was a hint of chill in those eyes, if the cultivation base was a little weaker, it was estimated that the soul would be scared out of the body.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun met these murderous black eyes without showing weakness.
The strong against the strong.
Murder and murder collide.
Master Rong Yun, Rong Yun, is luxurious, gentle and elegant;
Under the icy murderous aura of Master Rong Yun's cold pool, although Nangong Liuyun felt the pressure, he still did not step back and stood in place arrogantly.
"Not bad." Master Rong Yun snorted.
He seldom praised others, and it was remarkable that Nangong Liuyun could get him a compliment.
"I will marry Luoluo as soon as possible." This was Nangong Liuyun's promise as a man.
However, Rong Yun's sharp eyes swept across them deeply, frowning, "You guys can't get married yet."
"Why?!" Nangong Liuyun showed a cold edge, he hugged Su Luo, and his expression was obviously very unhappy.
He thought that Master Rong Yun didn't give her a title because he was blaming him for living together, but it turned out not to be
Marrying Luoluo and entering the door is something that Nangong Liuyun has in mind. Now that he is obstructed out of thin air, how can he be happy
"This time in the Dragon Tournament Competition—" Master Rong Yun paused and snorted softly, "If you can come first, you will have a chance to marry our family Luoluo."
Is there a chance to get the first place on the Dragon Tournament? When does it really take to get married? Nangong Liuyun's face froze.
"Why is this?" Nangong Liuyun's body was oppressed by the powerful and sharp aura that was about to come.
"If you want to protect Luoluo, follow your orders." Master Rong Yun snorted coldly. If he wants to marry his family Luoluo, is that what he can marry if he wants? Master Rong Yun, who was automatically brought into the role of Dad, was jealous.
"As long as I get the first place, I can marry Luoluo, right?" Nangong Liuyun suddenly smiled evilly, with a sly and sinister smile.
"With your strength, is it difficult to get the first place?" Rong Yun snorted angrily, "When you get the first place, you must ensure that you get the second place."
"Pfft—" Su Luo, who had been silent all the time beside him, couldn't hold back at this time.
If Bei Chenying hadn't told her before, she could still hope, but after Bei Chenying said those characters, all that was left in Su Luo's heart was despair.
"Second? Master, are you not mistaken? Nangong is the first, I am the second? What about Luo Haoming and An Yexin? Where do you put them?" Su Luo was about to cry.
According to Beichen's meaning, those ten years ago were the tenth rank. God knows what terrifying situation they have grown into now. Although her master is the chief referee, the chief referee can't blindly judge with his eyes open, right