Su Luo saw that these people were none other than Liu Ruohua's classmates.
Su Luo's expression didn't change, and she took her hand back from Nangong Liuyun's hand in a leisurely manner. She looked at Nangong Liuyun as if nothing had happened, but saw his gloomy expression.
"Who hurt Ruohua? Get out now—" Zhu Weiming shouted loudly, but when he saw Nangong Liuyun, his throat seemed to be strangled, his eyes were wide open, and the second half of the sentence was blocked. No sound came out of his throat.
Jin, His Royal Highness King Jin... How could it be him
Nangong Liuyun leaned lazily on the wooden chair, a hint of playfulness appeared on that noble and dignified handsome face, with a sinister and enchanting smile, his eyes were cold and cold, and penetrated into the bone marrow: "This king is injured, how is it? "
At this time, he exuded an unparalleled aura that was invincible, arrogant and arrogant.
Liu Wei was terrifying, he didn't expect to meet His Royal Highness King Jin here, and he even shouted insults just now, really damn it!
Thinking of this, his forehead was covered with sweat, dripping down, and his face was even more terrifyingly pale.
Nangong Liuyun stared at him, his eyes bright as cold electricity, "Is there anything else?"
At this time, he was like a giant standing on the ground.
How could Liu Weiming dare to say half a word? His face was stiff but he squeezed out a smile, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and he said eagerly: "No, it's all right, Your Highness, eat slowly, eat slowly..."
In front of King Jin, he didn't even dare to let out the air, his eyelids drooped, he quickly bowed out of the room, and closed the door kindly.
Behind him, there were people who didn't know His Royal Highness King Jin, and wanted to rush up with blood, but Liu Weiming held him tightly.
Because Liu Weiming knew very well that if it was His Royal Highness Jin's hand, then Liu Ruohua's wrist would have been chopped off in vain.
Besides, offending His Royal Highness King Jin and only breaking one arm is still light. Liu Ruohua could only ask for more happiness.
Who told her to offend who is not good, but to offend His Royal Highness King Jin of the Living King of Hell
Seeing Liu Weiming withdrew respectfully, Su Luo was a little surprised.
She knew that His Royal Highness King Jin had a great reputation and seemed to be terrifying, but she didn't expect it to be so terrifying.
The other party's wrist was cut off, and he didn't even dare to let the air out. How could he dare to ask for guilt
Was Nangong Liuyun's previous reputation so terrifying? Su Luo rested her smooth, sharp chin with one hand, and looked at Nangong Liuyun carefully up and down curiously, as if it was the first time she knew him.
"Just want to see me like that? Do you want to look deeper?" Nangong Liuyun smiled weakly, he took Su Luo's hand and drilled into the placket of his chest.
No, not scary at all. Su Luo shook her head in her heart.
"Stupid?" Nangong Liuyun patted her head playfully.
He knew what she was thinking, but his tender side was only shown in front of her, so she couldn't imagine her cruel side in front of others.
"Which side is the real you?" Su Luo had a calm but graceful smile on her face, like a pear blossom with dew, fresh and beautiful.
"Which side do you like?" Nangong's thin pink lips rose playfully, and the seriousness in his eyes flashed past, so quickly that people couldn't catch it.
This question is not easy to answer, no matter which side of the answer, it is full of the word like. Nangong Liuyun, the cunning old fox, even set a trap for her to jump on the text...