Beichen Ying sent a final glance at Su Luo, turned around and left.
Su Luo’s hands were placed on the door, after being tangled several times, she couldn’t make a firm decision to knock.
An impatient voice came faintly from inside: “Carry it out!”
Following after, was a burst of sounds from porcelain falling to the ground.
Afterwards, the door opened, and a servant girl carrying broken pieces of porcelain that were neatly picked up, appeared with red eyes, her fingertips covered in beads of blood.
In the wake of the door being opened, Su Luo smelled the unpleasant aroma of alcohol.
With the door opened wide, Su Luo walked towards him, step by step.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was reclining on the bed, his face reclined towards the inside, only exposing the robust outline of his back.
The him right now did not seem to look even a little well.
He was dressed only in one inner layer of white clothing, his body covered with all kinds of bruises and scars, wrapped casually with gauze. It was as if it was not carefully wrapped and managed.
“I said I won’t eat, get lost!” Nangong’s tone carried a lot of impatience, a pillow smashing directly towards Su Luo.
Although it was merely a pillow, but he, as an eight rank expert, how astonishing was his might?
Su Luo’s body slightly leaned to one side, subconsciously using her Spirit Dance Steps, and thus, was able to avoid this calamity.
If she was replaced with a common servant girl, a corpse would already be lying on the ground.
Nangong Liuyun didn’t turn around, still lying down and facing inside with his back towards Su Luo.
Su Luo stood in the original place, motionless, gazing at his rear view.
Thinking that this man, because of one unintentional sentence from her, lost himself and went to war, taking the entire Long Hu stronghold down in one night of bloodbath and making the entire imperial court hold back with restrained fear.
Thinking this, her gaze became gentle and complex.
After a long time, probably feeling that there was no movement from the person behind him, Nangong Liuyun impatiently turned around: “How is it you are still not dead——?”
The one word “dead” stiffened at the corner of his perfectly water caltrop-shaped lips.
His brows furrowed tensely, glaring at Su Luo with displeasure, and fiercely gave her a cutting glance: “Who allowed you to come?”
Su Luo pretended she could not clearly hear the displeasure in his words. Step by step, she walked over and finally stood in front of him. She stared at him, unblinkingly looking, not saying a word.
Nangong Liuyun complexion was not good, he coldly snorted several times: “Who do you think you are? Is Prince Jin’s Royal Manor somewhere you want to come and can do so?”
Beichen Ying sent a final glance at Su Luo, turned around and left.Su Luo’s hands were placed on the door, after being tangled several times, she couldn’t make a firm decision to knock.An impatient voice came faintly from inside: “Carry it out!”Following after, was a burst of sounds from porcelain falling to the ground.Afterwards, the door opened, and a servant girl carrying broken pieces of porcelain that were neatly picked up, appeared with red eyes, her fingertips covered in beads of blood.In the wake of the door being opened, Su Luo smelled the unpleasant aroma of alcohol.With the door opened wide, Su Luo walked towards him, step by step.At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was reclining on the bed, his face reclined towards the inside, only exposing the robust outline of his back.The him right now did not seem to look even a little well.He was dressed only in one inner layer of white clothing, his body covered with all kinds of bruises and scars, wrapped casually with gauze. It was as if it was not carefully wrapped and managed.“I said I won’t eat, get lost!” Nangong’s tone carried a lot of impatience, a pillow smashing directly towards Su Luo.Although it was merely a pillow, but he, as an eight rank expert, how astonishing was his might?Su Luo’s body slightly leaned to one side, subconsciously using her Spirit Dance Steps, and thus, was able to avoid this calamity.
If she was replaced with a common servant girl, a corpse would already be lying on the ground.
Nangong Liuyun didn’t turn around, still lying down and facing inside with his back towards Su Luo.
Su Luo stood in the original place, motionless, gazing at his rear view.
Thinking that this man, because of one unintentional sentence from her, lost himself and went to war, taking the entire Long Hu stronghold down in one night of bloodbath and making the entire imperial court hold back with restrained fear.
Thinking this, her gaze became gentle and complex.
After a long time, probably feeling that there was no movement from the person behind him, Nangong Liuyun impatiently turned around: “How is it you are still not dead——?”
The one word “dead” stiffened at the corner of his perfectly water caltrop-shaped lips.
His brows furrowed tensely, glaring at Su Luo with displeasure, and fiercely gave her a cutting glance: “Who allowed you to come?”
Su Luo pretended she could not clearly hear the displeasure in his words. Step by step, she walked over and finally stood in front of him. She stared at him, unblinkingly looking, not saying a word.
Nangong Liuyun complexion was not good, he coldly snorted several times: “Who do you think you are? Is Prince Jin’s Royal Manor somewhere you want to come and can do so?”
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