THE DEMONIC KING CHASES HIS WIFE: THE REBELLIOUS GOOD-FOR-NOTHING MISS [1]

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The dagger glittered like frost and snow, glowing with a deep, cold radiance.

He took off his clothing, revealing that sinister wound on his chest.

Nangong Liuyun shot a quick glance at Su Luo, and frowned: “If it leaves behind a scar, you must take responsibility.”

Su Luo speechlessly nodded her head.

“You must not scorn me because you dislike it.” Nangong Liuyun thought a bit, and added another sentence.

Su Luo once again nodded with strong emphasis: “Got it, your really are long-winded.”

Su Luo was considered to be very fearless, but the person before her eyes was Nangong Liuyun. When she started to act, her hands still unavoidably trembled a little.

A single cut sliced past, fresh blood immediately came out like a violent storm.

Su Luo saw this and her nose couldn’t help but sour. Her head inclined to one side to look at Nangong Liuyun.

And yet, Nangong Liuyun, at this time, didn’t even let out a groan, the corner of his mouth was plastered with an unrestrained, indifferent smile. He unblinkingly watched Su Luo, that expression, that attitude, was satisfied and serious. The seriousness in his eyes were like looking at a precious treasure of a lifetime.

His silhouette was as perfect as the gods, refined like being cut from a fine blade, world-shakingly handsome, with sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes. He was extraordinarily talented and bright, with his entire person glistening and dazzling, emitting a godlike splendor, commanding people so they could not look away.

Chapter 442 – A new lease on life (14)

The sharp dagger sliced through, cutting open skin and flesh. Under the circumstances of not having any anesthesia, how could it not hurt?

Su Luo clearly saw Nangong Liuyun’s forehead steeped with a thin layer of perspiration, making his complexion even paler than before. He was as pale as paper, completely lacking any color.

His disheveled long hair was soaked with sweat, draped loosely over his broad shoulder.

However, the corner of his mouth was raised in a light, pure smile, appearing like the soft clouds and gentle breeze, seemingly unconcerned.

He unblinkingly gazed at her, so tenderly, so intoxicating and seemingly drowning in love.

Su Luo’s gaze collided with his, her heart moved with ‘thump’ sounds. In a flash, she returned to her body and continued the actions of her hands.

Seeing that skin riddled with scars, a murderous aura flitted through Su Luo’s eyes.

“What happened last night?” Su Luo asked for the third time.

Several times before, Nangong Liuyun had avoided it all by not responding, but now, in order to divert his attention, Su Luo mentioned it again.

Because just wait until she sprinkled the powdered blood-clotting pill on the wound, that was when it would truly hurt.

A trace of contemplation flashed across Nangong Liuyun’s devilishly bewitching face. His smile was brimming with an extremely sinister expression: “You should be at ease, if this king’s body is to be ruined, then it will be ruined by Luo girl’s hand. How could it be given to other people?”

What kind of words where these? Making it seem as if she would use very ruthless methods to deflower him!

Su Luo irritatedly glared at him: “Then how did you escape from there?”