Nangong Liuyun just looked at Su Luo with a deep look.
Su Luo could only wave her hands and said, "We'll talk about it tonight... Now let's meet Bei Chenying and the others first."
Seeing that Nangong Liuyun was unmoved, Su Luo added another sentence: "Because I was in a hurry to find you, I got separated from them. I don't know if they were in danger in Guici."
Su Luo's worry is not unreasonable.
Beichen Ying and the others were not familiar with the place, and they didn't understand the thorns either. It was easy for their flaws to be discovered and dealt with as spies.
Nangong Liuyun frowned.
He flicked his fingers, and soon there was a slight sound outside the door.
Nangong Liuyun gave an order, and the man quietly disappeared without a trace.
"Are you relieved now?" Nangong Liuyun looked unkind.
Su Luo smiled and sat down next to him, looking at him seriously with watery eyes, looking at him carefully.
"What are you looking at?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was deliberately stiff.
Su Luo's soft hands caressed Nangong Liuyun's beautiful face.
Her fingertips were caressing his jade-like skin.
Su Luo's eyes were full of pity and she said distressedly: "My Nangong has lost weight..."
Nangong Liuyun was originally full of anger, but after hearing these words, his anger subsided unconsciously.
"Then how are you going to compensate me?" Nangong Liuyun stared at her.
Su Luo smiled in her heart.
This man never spoke directly when he had something to say. He always took a big detour and asked her to speak out on her own initiative.
"I will cook for you myself?" Su Luo looked at him without missing any subtle emotion on his face.
Sure enough, he who was still stern at first, in the next second, a smug smile flashed in his eyes.
But he concealed it very well.
It was just a flash in his eyes. If Su Luo hadn't been paying close attention, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.
So Su Luo went down and cooked for him herself.
When Su Luo left, Nangong Liuyun's expression turned cold for a moment.
There were tiny beads of sweat on his originally smooth and flawless face.
He lay on his back on the soft couch, his face pale and bloodless, and his fists beside him were clenched tightly.
Such a beautiful face was wrinkled tightly due to pain at this moment.
Because Su Luo was there just now, he acted as if nothing had happened and he was not hurt.
But as soon as Su Luo left, all the suppressed pain from the wound burst out in an instant, hard, fierce and severe.
As powerful as Nangong Liuyun, he almost fainted from the pain.
His thin body lying on the soft couch was trembling slightly due to the forced suppression.
The whiplash Her Majesty gave him has not healed yet.
What's more, the battle with such a large group of demons just now caused the wound to burst.
At this moment, Su Luo had no idea that Nangong Liuyun's injury was so serious.
A strong smell soon came from the kitchen.
Simple seven-color golden pheasant shredded porridge.
It's fragrant and creamy, melts in your mouth, and makes you want to eat it just by looking at it.
Su Luo prepared four more simple side dishes.
Although the four side dishes look simple, it took Su Luo a lot of effort to make them.
When Su Luo happily returned to the original hall carrying the tray, she found that Nangong Liuyun was not there.
The hall is very large, at least 5,000 square meters.
There are many rooms.
Su Luo shouted while searching.
It's not that she doesn't use the black communication device, but the coverage of the black communication device has not reached this point.