The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 563: Little sadness 1

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Bei Chenying finally looked at Su Luo and turned away.

Su Luo's hand was on the door, and he tangled several times without making up his mind.

An impatient voice came from inside: "Go out!"

Then there was a sound of sparsely crackling porcelain falling to the ground.

Then, the door opened, and a ring with red rims gathered around the cleaned porcelain pieces, and her fingertips were covered with blood.

With the door open, Su Luo smelled an unpleasant taste of wine

With the open door, Su Luo walked towards him step by step.

At this time, Nangong Liuyun was lying on the bed, lying face-down, revealing only the tough lines on her back.

He doesn't look bad at this time.

He was wearing only a white jacket with various scars on his body, and gauze tangled at random.

"Don't eat, get out!" Nangong's words were impatient, and a pillow smashed at Su Luo on his face.

Although it's just a pillow, how powerful is he an eighth-order powerhouse?

Su Luo stood slightly on one side, and subconsciously slid away the spiritual dance steps, and then he avoided a disaster.

If it is replaced by a normal girl ring, already on the ground is a corpse of Chen.

Nangong Liuyun did not turn around, still facing inward, lying on his back against Su Luo.

Su Luo stood still, still looking at his back.

Thinking that this man was motivated by his own accidental loss, and a whole dragon and tiger gate, which was jealous of the imperial court, was destroyed overnight and turned into blood and blood.

Thinking so, her eyes became subtle and complicated.

After a long time, I think that the person behind me hasn't moved. Nangong Liuyun turned around impatiently: "Why didn't you die-"

A word "dead" is stiff on the edge of a perfect diamond.

His eyebrows frowned, and he stared at Su Luo displeasedly, glancing at her fiercely: "Who will let you come?"

Su Luo pretended that he didn't understand the discomfort in his words, walked step by step, and finally stood in front of him, staring at him momentarily, but saying nothing.

Nangong Liuyun looks bad, and hums a few times: "Who do you think you are? Jin Wang Mansion is where you want to come?"

His tone was cold, as cold as ice. At first sight, his face disappeared, and he couldn't wait to cry and hide his face.

But Su Luo heard it. Although he looked fierce, his eyes were not cold.

His body still smells of spirits, with a faint smell of blood, which makes people vaguely imagine his brutality last night.

Thinking that he was venting his anger in that way, Su Luo felt a little bit sour, and subconsciously turned away.

Looking at Su Luo who was standing in front of him without saying a word, Nangong Liuyun's tone became even more disgusting: "A wood-like pestle, can you apologize?"

Su Luo's dark star eyes just stared at him silently, silent, without speaking.

The sun hits his face, adding a touch of life to his stilted profile.

The beauty that is so beautiful as a **** is more vivid because of anger, and it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

For a while, both of them were silent, looking at each other.

The world seems to be still at this moment.

I don't know how long, Nangong Liuyun suddenly stood up and limped over to open the door: "What are you doing? Hurry up, I don't want to see you now."

Nangong Liuyun's eyebrows are tight, her face is not good, and her eyebrows are even more impatient.

Seeing Su Luo still standing still, Nangong Liuyun became more impatient