But Su Luo didn't expect that Nangong Liuyun's luck would be so bad, that he would fall ill in such a crucial match and in front of such a powerful opponent!
"Time is up."
On the stage, Dongfang Xuan stared at Nangong Liuyun provocatively.
The corners of Nangong Liuyun's bright red lips were raised carelessly, and his eyes were like night pearls in the black sea, shining with dazzling brilliance.
He looked at Su Luo, firm and without regrets.
"Girl." Nangong Liuyun's chin was handsome and resolute, with a perfect arc. His eyes were like bright stars, and he stared at Su Luo seriously and steadily, "Wait until I come back, eh?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Su Luo smiled brightly, hugged Nangong Liuyun's neck, stood on tiptoes, and left a kiss on his cheek.
When the red lips touched the cold skin, Su Luo's heart skipped a beat.
But at this time, Nangong Liuyun had resolutely pushed her away and strode up to the stage.
Su Luo thought quickly, and seemed to understand something in the flash of lightning. But at this time, Nangong Liuyun had already stepped onto the stage and smiled at Su Luo. This smile was charming to all living beings and captured the girl's heart, but Su Luo
His expression was anxious.
What to do! Su Luo was so anxious that she was running around in circles.
Zi Yan walked over, pulled Su Luo back, pressed her on the chair, and asked seriously and concernedly: "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Bei Chenying also came up: "Don't be anxious, don't worry, Nangong will definitely be able to defeat Dongfang Xuan."
With a sad face, Su Luo expressed her suspicion: "I suspect that Nangong's leg is sick."
"What?!" Beichenying gasped instantly.
He knew that Nangong would fall ill in the middle of the month.
At that time, the little Nangong Liuyun tied himself up in pain, and squatted under the table with his teeth gritted. When the elders found him, he had already fainted from the pain, and the ground was full of water stains.
Sweat flowed down his body, and his whole body was as if he had been fished out of water.
But even though he was in so much pain, he didn't say a word or cry out in pain at all. Even though his lower lip had been bitten until it ulcerated, and even though they were in the next room, they didn't notice any sound.
It was only after that time that Bei Chenying was truly convinced of Nangong Liuyun.
That year, Nangong Liuyun was only eight years old.
Such a little boy, such a beautiful young lady, could be so cruel to him. Little Beichen later just followed him and followed his lead.
Now when Beichen Ying heard that Nangong Liuyun was ill, his face suddenly turned pale.
"It's not even the middle of the month yet!" Bei Chenying gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, but the anxiety in his voice was very obvious.
"How come... today?" Zi Yan was so anxious that she stamped her feet.
"Did you see it wrong?" Beichen Ying stared at Su Luo, her beautiful eyes more serious than ever.
Because Nangong Liuyun on the stage was tall and straight, with elegant robes, and did not feel weak at all.
"I hope I'm wrong." Su Luo bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. Even so, she still felt uneasy in her heart.
Her sixth sense has always been very accurate, and her perception of danger has always been very accurate. She had a strong premonition that something would happen to Nangong Liuyun on the stage.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan stood opposite each other on the stage.
A provocative and cruel sneer appeared at the corner of Dongfang Xuan's lips, and his voice was as cold as if he came from a ghost prison: "Third Junior Brother, long time no see."