Su Luo carefully identified the handwriting on the battle book, and she recognized it at a glance. The handwriting came from Uncle Nangong, that is, Nangong Yiqing, who was lurking in the demon world.
Su Luo glanced at the last signature, it was really the national teacher of the Demon Realm.
"A sincere apology, what is it worth?" Su Luo asked curiously.
Suddenly, all eyes turned to Nangong Liuyun.
"Is there a head on Nangong Liuyun's neck?" Su Luo suddenly laughed out loud.
"That's what you said." Emperor Ling said.
Su Luo spread his hands: "Don't your Majesty think so?"
Emperor Ling: "..."
"Do you think this is possible?" Su Luo sneered, "Nangong Liuyun's head on the neck? What a joke!"
She Su Luo was the first to refuse!
Emperor Ling said angrily: "This is naturally a joke, but the Devil Emperor was killed by Nangong Liuyun, and all the consequences that come from it must be taken care of by Nangong Liuyun alone, right?"
Emperor Ling suddenly felt so sad. It was rare for an emperor to be so useless as him... But thinking of the Demon Emperor who died in the hands of Nangong Liuyun, Emperor Ling felt a little more comforted.
What good psychological comfort? Nangong Liuyun is like a knife hanging above his head, ready to be cut off at any time.
I don't know when the Lord of the Dead will appear again... The Emperor Ling thought to himself.
Nangong Liuyun took the gauntlet in Su Luo's hand, but didn't even read it.
It was torn apart at once!
"What are you doing!" Emperor Ling stared at Nangong Liuyun, "Nangong Liuyun, you are too presumptuous!"
Nangong Liuyun led Su Luo, turned around and left, completely ignoring the angry roar of the Spirit Emperor behind him.
What Emperor Ling saw from Nangong Liuyun was full of contempt and disdain!
Emperor Ling suddenly shouted angrily, "Nangong Liuyun, stop for me!"
However, Nangong Liuyun did not stop, nor did he stop in his footsteps, he simply left!
Emperor Ling almost fainted from anger!
The dignified Emperor Ling was so ignored! actually...
"If the Demon Realm attacks, how will you be?!" Emperor Ling roared at Nangong Liuyun's back!
"I, Nangong Liuyun, take full responsibility." Nangong Liuyun didn't even look back, he waved his hand to the Emperor Ling behind him in disapproval, as if this was a trivial matter.
The Emperor Ling's lungs were about to explode!
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The Emperor was so angry that he kicked the dragon chair!
"Your Majesty, be careful of your body, be careful of the dragon chair..." Eunuch Li hurried up to meet him.
The Emperor Ling kicked him away with an angry kick!
Be careful with your body? Careful of the dragon chair? What is the significance of this dragon chair to him now? Is he still that high spirit emperor? Today, in front of Nangong Liuyun, he is simply an ant! Ants!
Such contempt, such ridicule, such ridicule, such disapproval!
"In his eyes, am I a fool? Is it a waste? Is it?!" The Emperor Ling roared at Patriarch Leng and the others!
Patriarch Leng and the others... are very uncomfortable.
The more the Emperor Ling was like this, the more regretful they felt... They were on the wrong team.
Especially the Patriarch Murong, his bowels of regret are turning green...
At the beginning, their Murong clan was on the side of the Dragon and Phoenix clan, but they betrayed the Dragon and Phoenix clan in the middle and ran to the royal and Leng clan... I don't know if it's too late to go back now, Murong Patriarch thought to himself.
No matter what, I will let my wife go to the Dragon and Phoenix Clan when I turn back... Even if I get a cold reception, that's what it should be.