"Don't feel bad, we will meet again soon, believe me, eh?" Nangong Liuyun coaxed her gently, but in fact, how could he feel at peace in his heart?
"Do we have to go?" Su Luo finally asked.
"The law of darkness only exists there." Nangong Liuyun sighed softly.
Su Luo felt uncomfortable, but she still nodded to show that she understood.
"Then when will you come back?" she asked softly.
"Wait until you are promoted to a master-level alchemist, okay?" Nangong Liuyun's broad, hot palms caressed Su Luo's fair and flawless face, but he smiled a little strangely.
Why couldn't Su Luo hear the meaning of his words? Subconsciously, Su Luo stepped on him hard and said coquettishly: "You're still teasing me now?"
Because there had been an agreement that when Su Luo was promoted to a master-level alchemist, she would be able to cure the hidden disease that had plagued him for many years by having sex with him in the wedding room. Su Luo always remembered it.
"It's true." Nangong Liuyun pouted her thin, red lips and stared at Su Luo seriously, "When I come back, we will get married, okay?"
"Really, really, do we have to go?" Su Luo tightly hugged Nangong Liuyun's lean waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.
I really couldn't bear to leave him.
Even though he was by her side, she was thinking of him all the time. After he left, Su Luo didn't know how she would spend those long days and nights.
"Luoluo." Nangong Liuyun sighed but said nothing.
I'm afraid that before long, the mainland will be in chaos. Without strength, how can I, Nangong Liuyun, protect you?
If the two big guys hadn't arrived this time, Nangong Liuyun couldn't imagine how things would have developed in the end.
"When that day comes, I will let you live unscrupulously, just like Master protecting you." Nangong Liuyun solemnly swore to Su Luo.
After all, his strength has not reached its peak.
Compared with the Monarch level, the Saint level is still too weak after all.
In this case, what else can Su Luo say?
She just hugged Nangong tightly and didn't want to let him go for a moment.
Nangong Liuyun was busy dealing with Emperor Jing's follow-up matters.
Seeing Emperor Jing's death, he felt very calm and calm.
When you reach the Holy Lord stage, you can already sense many things, such as blood.
Just like Su Luo had no blood relationship with Su Zian, when Nangong Liuyun stood in front of Emperor Jing's body, he could clearly feel that Emperor Jing had no blood relationship with him either.
In other words, in fact, Emperor Jing was not his biological father. This truth made Nangong Liuyun slightly relieved, but at the same time, there was a trace of doubt in his heart.
Since Emperor Jing was not his father, who was his biological father? And how did he become Emperor Jing's son?
Originally, this kind of thing could be solved with some tricks, but now... Nangong Liuyun looked at the desolate surroundings and couldn't help but sigh slowly.
The Nangong royal family are all dead, and now there is no one left to ask questions.
Su Luo was looking at Beichen Ying's injuries.
Her blood was miraculous in treating internal and external injuries, not to mention the elixirs given by her master, so Beichen Ying's three injuries recovered quickly.
Although it has not healed yet, the wound has scabbed over quickly and will probably return to its original state within three to five days.
"Luo Luo..." Bei Chenying lay in Zi Yan's arms, but stopped talking.