In an extraterritorial battlefield, the first two words are extraterritorial.
That is to say, the Black Communication Jue has no signal on the battlefield outside the territory, and cannot be used.
Otherwise, where would Su Luo need to run for thousands of miles, and after all kinds of thrilling escapes, finally found Nangong Liuyun.
She is not a fool.
"Nangong? Nangong Liuyun? Honey? Honey?"
Su Luo shouted and changed names as she walked.
The first three Nangong Liuyun could still hear it, but he didn't understand the last two words.
At this time, Su Luo heard the sound of rushing water.
Is Nangong taking a shower
Just when Su Luo wanted to retreat, Nangong Liuyun suddenly made a sound.
"Luoluo, come here."
His voice is just like his face, noble and pure.
In the murmur of the flowing water of the stream, it is particularly clear.
Nangong Liuyun was taking a bath, Su Luo wanted to avoid it, but she approached step by step because of a ghost.
"Come in." Nangong Liuyun's voice was light, but with a firmness that could not be rejected.
Su Luo struggled inwardly, but still obediently opened the door.
Inside was a misty bath.
The bath is huge, with hundreds of square meters.
All made of a peculiar white jade.
Bright and clean, with a touch of water light.
Nangong Liuyun did not enter the pool, he just sat on the steps.
Hearing the sound, he waved to Su Luo: "Come here."
"Why?" Su Luo was stiff, but still walked over step by step.
"Wash my back." Nangong Liuyun handed Su Luo a piece of cotton cloth as white as jade.
"No, I'm not your maid, why do you ask me to help you when you can wash it yourself?" Su Luo put her arms around her chest and looked at Nangong Liuyun leisurely.
"Really don't wash?" Nangong Liuyun asked seriously.
"I won't wash it." Su Luo replied coldly.
Nangong Liuyun's expression instantly fell.
The atmosphere quieted down for a while.
Nangong Liuyun suddenly gritted his teeth: "Since you won't help, let's go!"
Angry so soon
Su Luo felt a little weird.
According to her understanding of Nangong Liuyun, what he believes must be done, and he will not give up so easily.
what happened to him
Nangong Liuyun asked Su Luo to leave, but Su Luo did not leave.
Not only did she not go, she took a few steps forward and walked behind Nangong Liuyun.
"Don't you want to leave? Why haven't you left?" Nangong Liuyun got angry, his face sullen.
Su Luo immediately laughed.
Nangong Liuyun looked angry, so awkward, so cute.
"Why are you angry? I came to see you after traveling thousands of miles in danger, but you want to drive me away?" Su Luo pretended to be crying, looking aggrieved.
Nangong Liuyun froze, raised his head and looked at Su Luo silently.
At this moment, her lips are pursed with a hint of childishness, and the hearts of those who see it hurt.
"I can't wipe my back," he said pitifully.
Why does this sound so pitiful
"Okay, can I help you wipe it?" Su Luo swiftly undid his snow-colored robe.
After the brocade robe fell to the ground, it was a white undershirt, thin and light.
Su Luo smiled and said, "Take it off, it's too late for you to be shy."
Nangong Liuyun looked complicated. He slowly closed his eyes. He could imagine how Su Luo would react when he saw the scars on his back.
Sure enough, when Su Luo tore off his undershirt—
The little face instantly turned pale and pale, the palms were cold, the body was stiff, and the brain was blank—