The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

   “Don’t be sad. We’ll meet again soon. Trust me, okay?” Nangong Liuyun coaxes her gently. But in fact, how could he feel calm in his heart?

“Must you go?” Su Luo finally asked.

“The dark manuals only exist there.” Nangong Liuyun sighed lightly.

Su Luo felt sad, but nodded her head, expressing understanding.

“Then, when will you come back?” She asked softly.

“When you are promoted to the Grandmaster Apothecary, okay?” Nangong Liuyun’s wide and hot palm caressed Su Luo’s white and flawless face, but he smiled strangely.

How could Su Luo not hear the meaning of his words? Subconsciously, Su Luo severely stepped on his foot and said: “At this time, you still teasing me?”

Because there was an agreement that when Su Luo was promoted to the Grandmaster Apothecary, he would be able to get rid of the hidden illness that had tortured him for many years. Su Luo always remembered it.

“It’s true.” Nangong Liuyun’s rosy thin lips murmured, and stared at Su Luo seriously. “When I come back, we will get married, okay?”

“Do you really, really have to go?” Su Luo wrapped Nangong Liuyun’s waist, pressed his cheek against his chest, and listens to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Really reluctant to leave him.

Even when he was by her side, she thought about him all the time. After he left, Su Luo didn’t know how to spend the long day and night. 

    “Luo Luo.” Nangong Liuyun sighed, but did not speak.

I’m afraid it won’t be long before this continent will be in chaos. Without strength, How could I, Nangong Liuyun protect you?

This time, if it wasn’t for the two powerful masters arriving, Nangong Liuyun could not imagine how things would end. 

    “Wait until that day comes, I will let you live unbridled, just like Master protects you.” Nangong Liuyun solemnly swore to Su Luo. 

    After all, his strength had not reached the peak. 

    Compared with the Monarch Rank, the Saint Rank was still too weak. 

    So, what else could Su Luo say? 

    She just hugged Nangong Liuyun tightly and didn’t want to let him go for a moment. 

    Nangong Liuyun was busy with the affairs of Emperor Jing.

When he saw the death of Emperor Jing, he was very calm without ripple.

After reaching the Saint Rank, a lot of things could be sensed, such as blood.

Just like Su Luo and Su Zi’an that had no blood relation, when Nangong Liuyun stood in front of Emperor Jing’s body, he could clearly feel that there was no blood relation between Emperor Jing and him.

In other words, in fact, Emperor Jing was not his own biological father. This truth made Nangong Liuyun slightly relieved, but at the same time, there was a little doubt in his heart.

Since Emperor Jing was not his father, then who’s his biological father? How could he become the Emperor’s son? 

    Originally, this kind of matter could be asked around a little then the truth could come to light, but now … Nangong Liuyun looked at his surrounding, and couldn’t help but sighing slowly. 

    The Nangong Imperial Family had died, and now there was no one that could be questioned

Su Luo looked at Beichen Ying’s injury.

Her blood had wonderful effects on internal and external injuries, not to mention the pills given by her Master, so injuries of Beichen Ying and the others recovered quickly. 

    Although it hadn’t healed yet, the wound had scabbed quickly, and it would probably restored to its original state within three to five days. 

    “Luo Luo …” Beichen Ying lay in Zi Yan’s arms, about to speak, but said nothing.