The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 1015: Trip to Muxian Mansion 9

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Hold Su Luo into a warm tent, and use a thick cloak to wrap Su Luo, which was originally spherical, and then wrap it tightly.

Su Luo was helpless, holding her pale face, and whispered: "It's hot ..."

Nangong Liuyun's face was stern, with serious pampering: "Just like this, your body can stand cold, don't you want to cough like you did before?"

Now, Nangong Liuyun remembers that before, and still feels reluctant.

After the first snow, the sun was shining. This girl Su Luo took off her fur. Just after blowing a little wind, she suffered a severe cold and kept coughing.

Nangong Liuyun held her around in Beimocheng to find doctors. Finally, our violent High King Jin directly tied the imperial doctor to him.

After taking medicine for several days, Su Luo was better.

However, this incident left indelible remorse for Nangong Liuyun.

Since then, he has adopted Su Luo's strictness, both as a wife and as a daughter, but he is always stubborn when it comes to Su Luo's body.

Su Luo also remembered that, so he didn't insist any more, just lying quietly on the soft mattress, smiling at Nangong Liuyun busy.

What is His Royal Highness Jin, who has become a five-good man, busy?

His Royal Highness King Jin, who has always waved his hand and landed on his head, has always planned to defeat His Highness King thousands of miles away. Now he is washing soup for Su Luo.

Originally this weather, it was quick and convenient to put a prey on the fire and bake it with a layer of chili sauce and cumin.

But how can an injured girl eat that kind of poor food? Our Highness King Jin is resolutely not allowed.

At this time, Nangong Liuyun already made a wooden shelf with a small iron pot hanging from it.

Nongong Liuyun, who has never been a chef in this life, has practiced a good cooking skill.

Because Su Luo's mouth is picky.

For those who eat, one more salt and one less pepper, she can say something.

Under the iron pot, the flames burned slowly and steadily; in the iron pot, the rice was boiled unscathed.

In the setting sun, night is gradually coming.

Soon, there is a layer of black veil between heaven and earth.

The snow stopped, and the silence was terrifying.

After the rice is boiled, Nangong Liuyun took out a fine porcelain bowl and filled a small bowl, so that Su Luo held it in his hand and drank slowly.

"Not bad." Su Luo nodded with satisfaction.

The dark eyes of Nangong Liuyun are like stars in the night sky, twinkling and flashing, bright and dazzling.

"You like it." Nangong Liuyun said with relief.

But there was a sudden condensation on the smile on his face.

Su Luo saw him displeased and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nangong Liuyun smiled and touched her head: "It's nothing, it's just some idle people and so on, don't bother."

Nangong Liuyun said lightly, but Su Luo didn't really think so.

Where there are ordinary people who are walking towards the extreme north in the wind and snow this season?

Just as Su Luo was wondering, two faint figures appeared in front of him.

The head is a person.

I saw him in a blue robe, like a wind.

Swords and eyebrows on the face, handsome and extraordinary, soft lines of features, always a gentle and gentle man.