Nangong Liuyun was carefully wiping Su Luo's slender neck.
The originally white neck now had a black five-finger handprint, which looked abrupt and ugly.
Nangong Liuyun's slender, jade-like white fingers gently massaged it, his face was condensed, and his eyes were focused and deep.
Nangong Liuyun added a little more force.
"hiss"
Su Luo took a breath: "It hurts"
"You still know it hurts?" Nangong Liuyun glanced at Su Luo angrily.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts," Su Luo gasped repeatedly.
Nangong Liuyun did not move his hands lightly: "If you don't rub the black blood inside hard, the toxin will not be dispersed and will spread into the trachea. It's up to you what to do!"
Su Luo wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Now you know it hurts? Why didn't you avoid it before?" Nangong Liuyun became more and more angry as he thought about it!
What if he hadn't arrived in time and this girl's throat bone was crushed by the Spirit Emperor?!
Su Luo secretly cried out that she was unlucky: "How did I know that Emperor Ling was not staying in the palace, but he came to the street? Besides, I didn't know that he would be so crazy. Who knew that he would actually kill him? It hurts!
"
Nangong Liuyun glared at Su Luo. God knows when he arrived, he saw the scene of Su Luo being strangled by the throat. His heart almost jumped out of fear!
Seeing that Nangong Liuyun was angry, Su Luo explained weakly: "I thought the Ling Emperor was smart. He would at least care about you, so he wouldn't kill you. Who knew he would actually kill you!"
"If there is a next time..."
"There's no next time, absolutely no next time. Why don't I stay away from him next time I see him?" Su Luo felt aggrieved.
Seeing Nangong Liuyun's silence, she hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, what kind of kung fu does Emperor Ling practice? I don't feel the poison either, but this black handprint can't be dissipated, which is strange."
"The poison of the undead." Nangong Liuyun's beautiful sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
"The poison of the undead?!" Su Luo stared at Nangong Liuyun: "What kind of poison is the poison of the undead? Why don't I know?"
Nangong Liuyun's hand suddenly stopped.
Su Luo looked at him puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Seeing that Nangong Liuyun was deep in thought, Su Luo did not disturb him, but her clear and beautiful big eyes kept looking at Nangong Liuyun, full of doubts.
Nangong Liuyun's mind seemed to be filled with fog, but he was trapped in the fog again.
Based on Nangong Liuyun's understanding of the Ling Emperor, it is impossible for the Ling Emperor to possess the power of the undead. But why is there a poison of the undead that contains a sinister and ghostly aura on the black fingerprints engraved on Su Luoxue's white neck?
"What's wrong?" Seeing that Nangong Liuyun didn't speak for a long time, Su Luo finally asked.
"Emperor Ling, where does the power of the undead come from?" Nangong Liuyun frowned with thick sword eyebrows, "In the spirit world, where does the power of the undead come from?"
"Did you discover something?" Su Luo grabbed Nangong Liuyun's hand: "Didn't you always say that the Ling Emperor had a hidden trump card? Could it be that this is the power of the undead?"
Nangong Liuyun thought for a while, then glanced at Su Luo: "It's not that simple."
"oh?"
"Oh what?" Nangong Liuyun slapped Su Luo on the forehead, "The current Ling Emperor is a madman, don't get close to him in the future, remember?"