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

Remember [www.wuxiaspot.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!

As the deterrent left, Jingdi slowly breathed, holding the pillars and standing up and swaying.

The Prince and the Queen are still on the ground. It’s not that they don’t want to get up, but the last piece of power on them is exhausted at this time, not even a baby, how can they support it?

Jingdi looked at the Nangong Liuyun, who was still sitting in the air, and the complex deep meaning appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun’s strangeness seems to be unrecognizable even by his old man.

At this moment, King Jing seems to remember the tragic scene of the small Nangong blood-washed imperial capital.

Jingdi smiled at himself with some self-deprecating.

At that time, Nangong Liuyun, who was nearly five years old, became so powerful. Now, he will listen to his orders and do things. He really sat in this throne for a long time, and he was used to it. Even the truth could not be understood.

"Father of the Emperor..." The prince was half lying on the ground and was not willing to squat. Just now, the last trace of his dignity was torn apart, and he was allowed to trample on the Nangong Liuyun. Now, after living alive, the Prince was suddenly upset.

Emperor Jingdi waved his hand and said to Nangong Liuyun: "If you love what you do, do it."

The voice of Emperor Jingdi is lazy and endless. The thing just happened, it really makes him feel awkward, and wakes up like a dream. He knows that Nangong Liuyun has grown to the point where he has to look up, and it is impossible to control him again.

Nangong Liuyun twitched his mouth slightly: "Now I understand it? It is not too late."

Jingdi smiled bitterly.

If it wasn't for the thunder of Nangong Liuyun, I was afraid that he would still be immersed in the dream and could not see the reality. The reality is that compared with the stinking stupid head of the Soviet Union, his old man is not even a P!

In fact, King Jing knows that the problem lies with him. If he was able to protect the mother of Nangong in the past, if he was able to protect the little Nangong after he was in the blood of Emperor Nangong... Now, he will not be like this to his father.

Jingdi thought of this, and suddenly felt that his heart was stabbed by the snow sword, and his eyes were staring at Venus.

"Let's go back." Jingdi waved his hand.

Nangong Liuyun stood up and twitched his lips: "The quota for the Four Kingdoms Championship is for me."

"Your quota has been kept, the remaining nine people have been in place, if you have time..." After seeing the situation, Jingdi's tone was unprecedentedly mild.

Nangong Liuyun interrupted his words coldly and arrogantly: "There are no nine people."

“Hey?” King Jing is puzzled.

"There are only eight people." Nangong Liuyun took up the hands of the Soviet Union, and the tone was unstoppable. "There is also a drop in the competition."

"But..." Jingdi suddenly frowned. The nine people, each of whom is above the sixth order, is the secret power of the Nangong family for a long time, but isn’t it the fifth order?

Jingdi tried to reason with Nangong Liuyun: "Every strength of this four-nation tournament is above the sixth level. She is only fifth-order, and the first level will not pass."

"You don't have to worry about this." Nangong Liuyun's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.

Jingdi screamed angrily. Ming knows that he will lose a quota, this son is really a ghost!

Nangong Liuyun did not give him the opportunity to refuse, holding the hands of Su Luo, and slowly left.

As they left, the atmosphere suddenly became a loose.

"Father of the Emperor..." The Prince is crying. I just walked away from Ghost Gate, and now he feels that he really lives.