The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 1529: Last Battle 10
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But Su Luo didn't expect that Nangong Liuyun's luck would be so bad, even in such a crucial match and such a powerful opponent, he became ill!
"Time is up."
On the stage, Dongfangxuan stared at Nangong Liuyun provocatively.
Nangong Liuyun's red lips corner carelessly evoked, his eyes are like the pearl of the night in the Black Sea, revealing the brilliant light.
He looked at Su Luo, firm and without regret.
"Girl." Nangong Liuyun's jaw is sharp and resolute, with perfect radians, his gaze is like a bright starlight, and he stares at Su Luo seriously and earnestly, "Wait for me, huh?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Su Luo smiled brightly, hugged Nangong Liuyun's neck, lifted his toes, and left a kiss mark on his cheek.
The red lips touched the cold skin, Su Luo jumped suddenly.
But at this time, Nangong Liuyun already resolutely pushed her away and strode to the stage.
Su Luo's thinking is fast. It seems that Dianguang Huoshijian understood something, but at this time, Nangong Liuyun already came to the stage and smiled at Su Luo. This smile, Baimei sentient beings, captured the girl's heart. But Su Luo's expression was restless.
What to do! Su Luo was so anxious that he went round and round.
Zi Yan walks over, pulls Su Luo back, presses her to the chair, and asks with seriousness and concern: "What happened? How can you be so anxious?"
Bei Chenying also came up: "Don't worry, don't worry, Nangong will definitely win Dongfang Xuan."
Su Luo cried, expressing her suspicion: "I suspect Nangong's leg is sick."
"What ?!" Bei Chenying took a moment of air-conditioning.
He knows that Nangong will get sick by the middle of the month.
At that time, the little Nangong Liuyun painfully tied himself up. A person squatted under the table with his teeth biting. When the elders found him, his already passed out with pain, and the ground was covered with water stains. It was all the sweat that flowed from him, and he was wet as if he had been scooped out of the water.
But even if it hurts, he didn't say a word, he didn't cry at all, even if his lower lip already was bitten into a fester, even though they were in the room next door, they didn't notice any sound.
Since that time, Beichenying has truly convinced Nangong Liuyun completely.
That year, Nangong Liuyun was only eight years old.
The little boy, the little majestic fan-carved young master, was able to do that to himself. Little Beichen then followed him directly behind his buttocks.
Now when Beichenying heard that Nangong Liuyun was ill, his face suddenly turned pale.
"It's not even mid-month!" Bei Chenying gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, but the anxiety in his voice was very obvious.
"Why ... maybe it is today?" Ziyan was anxious and stomped.
"Did you read it wrong?" Bei Chenying stared at Su Luo, her beautiful eyes were more serious than ever.
Because Nangong Liuyun on the stage is tall and straight, she has a beautiful robe, and doesn't have any sense of weakness.
"I hope I read it wrong." Su Luo bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. Having said that, she was always upset in her heart.
Her sixth sense has always been accurate, and her sense of danger has always been accurate. She has a strong sense of foreboding that Nangong Liuyun on the stage will have an accident.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan stood opposite each other on the stage.
A provocative sneer evoked in the corner of Dongfangxuan's mouth, and his voice sounded as if he was from a ghost prison: "Three masters, it's been a long time."