Huh, it's just a wrist. Compared to what Liu Chengfeng did, her methods are relatively light.
But it's okay, Liu Ruohua's right wrist was cut off, Liu Chengfeng's left wrist was cut off, and the brother and sister had two severed hands, one on the left and one on the right. They looked like a complete family.
Liu Chengfeng had already been frightened to death by Su Luo's big black handprint. At this time, he was so frightened that he screamed loudly: "I give up! I give up! I give up! Stop! Stop!"
Following the tragic screams, his tears and snot all rolled down, mixed with blood, making him look miserable and crazy, worse than a beggar.
Liu Potian felt extremely embarrassed and roared angrily at Liu Chengfeng: "Get up quickly!"
Then, he turned around and glared at Nangong Liuyun, his tone was harsh, and he put pressure on the raging fire in his chest: "Your Highness, you also saw that Chengfeng's hand was cut off at the wrist by that brat. What are you going to do?"
Facing Liu Potian's aggressive questioning, Nangong Liuyun seemed nonchalant. He glanced back calmly and said slowly: "What should I do?"
"Well! What are you going to do, Your Highness? Could it be that Chengfeng's wrist was cut off in vain?" Liu Potian now understood the unrivaled strength of His Highness King Jin, and did not dare to make the same mistake as before, but he
Still insisting on an explanation.
Otherwise, if Liu Chengfeng's wrists were cut off in front of him, it would be very detrimental to his reputation if word spread about it. Because, as the ancestor of the Liu family, he could not protect his children and grandchildren. How would others see him?
Nangong Liuyun glanced at Liu Potian as if he were an idiot, and said lazily, "On the battlefield, life and death don't matter. Did you become deaf just now?"
Xiaoyou, my Lord Jin, can you speak a little more tactfully and implicitly? That is Prime Minister Liu's father after all... Su Luo turned her face away, unable to bear to look any further.
"He is the direct grandson of my Liu family!" Liu Potian looked furious and shouted loudly.
Nangong Liuyun sighed lazily and said slowly: "It's just a small wrist now. What's all the fuss about? No one is dead yet. Besides, even if they are dead, there is nothing you can do if the sword has no eyes on the battlefield.
matter."
It was obvious that he was planning to protect Su Luo to the end.
"In that case, hum!" Liu Po was so angry that he sneered again and again: "This matter must not be left alone! If he has the ability, this brat will never leave the Jin Palace, otherwise, hum -"
After speaking, Liu Potian reached out to grab the dark bronze medal placed on the tray, but a slender white hand took the bronze medal away before him.
"Your Highness!" Liu Potian originally planned to swallow his breath and wait for a long-term plan later. He planned to leave Jin Prince's Mansion after taking the bronze medal, but the bronze medal was taken away by His Highness first.
Nangong Liuyun frowned with disdain: "Liu Potian, you are not a child anymore. What you say is just like a fart. Just let it go?"
"Your Highness, please be careful what you say!" Liu Po's weather was extremely bad!
His energy and blood were originally blocked by Nangong Liuyun's palm, and now he was hurt by Nangong Liuyun every word. The blood that he had suppressed forcibly was about to burst out again.
"Isn't it right? The bronze medal just now was used as a bet. Since you lost, you must be willing to admit defeat." Nangong Liuyun looked at Liu Potian matter-of-factly.