Ling Feng's eyes were red and he almost swallowed Su Luo alive. He pointed at Su Luo and roared loudly: "In order not to worry you, His Highness has always pretended to be fine. But what about you! You can actually be so cruel!
I really don’t know why His Highness likes such a vicious woman like you!”
Su Luo was almost stunned by Ling Feng's accusation.
She stared at Ling Feng blankly, her mind constantly replaying every word he said.
Nangong Liuyun was seriously injured in that battle, and was injured repeatedly in order to save her? How could this happen...
Ling Feng's eyes were red, he glared at Su Luo hatefully, and raised his hand to wipe away the liquid that overflowed from his eyes.
"Uh-" Nangong Liuyun couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Su Luo was stunned.
She quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of him, her eyes flashing with unprecedented panic.
"What should I do? What should I do now?" Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun's chest. It was like a blooming Manzhu Shahua, and it was a voluptuous red color that quickly soaked through the white brocade robe with dark patterns.
On his thin, pale lips, scarlet liquid dripped, one drop after another, one after another.
His chest was filled with thick and sticky blood, and the pungent smell of blood suddenly swept through his body.
But he was completely unaware of how painful it was. A smile as light as mist hung on his lips, and his eyes were bottomless black. His whole person exuded a coquettish, charming but desperate and pessimistic aura, with a strong sense of self-abandonment.
and self-destructive magnificence.
Su Luo was frightened and frightened by him like this.
Su Luo's eyes gradually became moist...
How could this happen? She didn't want to. She never thought it would hurt him so badly. She just punched him out of anger. She really didn't know he was hurt so badly!
Su Luo's eyes were wet and she kept shaking her head. She wanted to tell him that she didn't mean to do it, that she only acted indiscriminately because of her anger, and that she would not dare to do anything again in the future.
Nangong Liuyun was still half-kneeling in front of Su Luo. He held her hand tightly. Because he tried his best to endure the pain, the veins on the back of his fair and moist hand bulged and trembled faintly.
Nangong Liuyun didn't feel how scary he looked now. He stared at Su Luo with a pair of coquettish beautiful eyes tenderly, and smiled without warmth, as if he would not frown if the whole world collapsed in front of him in the next second.
Raise your eyebrows.
He looked at her steadily and softly: "Now is your last chance. Luoluo, if you stay now, you won't be able to leave in the future."
Su Luo just shook her head. She wanted to say sorry, but her throat seemed to be pinched by hands and she couldn't make a sound.
"Have you vented your anger now?" Nangong Liuyun's smile was very faint, like clouds on the horizon, out of reach.
Before Su Luo could answer, Nangong Liuyun said to her again: "If you still have energy in your heart...I can give you another chance." A dagger suddenly appeared from his sleeve, and he forced it
He stuffed it into Su Luo's hand and looked at her intently.
Ling Feng was immediately frightened out of his wits.
"Your Highness!" That dagger can break hair if blown by it, and it contains highly toxic substances. If it touches the skin even slightly, the whole body will rot and spread, leaving no cure.
"Who gave you permission to speak?! Get out!" Nangong Liuyun has always been unscrupulous and uncertain towards others.
For a moment, the air suddenly solidified.
Ling Feng has long been accustomed to obeying His Highness Prince Jin. His every word, every sentence, and every action has already formed a reflex arc of compliance in their minds.