The sharp dagger slashed the muscle and cut the flesh open. How could it not hurt without any anesthesia
Su Luo clearly saw the fine sweat on Nangong Liuyun's forehead, and his face became even paler, pale as paper, without blood.
His long messy hair was soaked in sweat and draped over his broad shoulders.
But there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be light and light, and seemed to be careless.
He stared at her for a moment, so gentle, doting, and intoxicating.
Su Luo collided with his eyes, her heart throbbing, she turned around instantly and continued the movements in her hands.
Looking at the scarred skin, Su Luo's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"What happened last night?" Su Luo asked for the third time.
Nangong Liuyun had avoided seeing it a few times before, but now, in order to draw his attention, Su Luo brought it up again.
Because when the blood coagulation pill powder is sprinkled on it, it will be called the real pain.
There was a hint of playfulness on Nangong Liuyun's face, with a sinister smile: "Don't worry, if this king's body is to be destroyed, it will be destroyed in the hands of the girl, how could it be given to others?"
What is this called? It's like she's very stubborn!
Su Luo glared at him angrily: "Then how did you escape?"
How powerful are the organs in the Purple Fish Hall? Since he was locked in the acacia room, it was almost impossible to get out safely.
Thinking of the scene at that time, Nangong Liuyun Yaomei's eyes sank slightly, but his face was filled with a sinister smile: "This king firmly believed in maintaining a clean body and dedicating it to my family's little Luoluo. Come?"
"Why did it hurt like this?"
Su Luo slashed the dagger in his hand, and cut off another piece of rotten flesh. Nangong Liuyun didn't frown, his face still had a pale smile, and he said slowly, "Fight. In the Hehuan room, in addition to intercourse, there are first The second choice is quite humane.”
Gentle and gentle words, evil and enchanting smile, but the sweat on his forehead condensed into beads and rolled down.
Su Luo's nose was sour, she turned her face away and pretended not to see it.
"Well, to put it simply, it means fighting with yourself." Nangong Liuyun's blurred eyes were a little dizzy, but he still smiled, his smile was pale and weak.
"How do you fight yourself?" Su Luo glanced at him and focused on the work in hand.
Nangong Liuyun thought for a while, and said slowly: "It's very strange inside, it will simulate another self, and this person, whether it is spiritual power, moves, or thinking, he is in the most perfect peak state, very powerful. ?"
Is there such a strange thing? Can you simulate that? Is this ancient or ultra-modern... Su Luo was suddenly embarrassed.
"In this case, how did you beat him?" Su Luo paused, then pulverized the blood coagulation pill into powder and sprinkled it on his bloody wound.
There was a "chichichi" sound on the wound, which was somewhat similar to the effect of pouring sulfuric acid.
Nangong Liuyun's face turned pale in an instant, he took a deep breath, and abruptly ignored the pain in his heart, his smile was gentle but enchanting: "I don't even look... Who is this king... how... maybe... I can't beat... "
Fighting with the most perfect self, if you don't risk your life, how will you come out