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

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Fire poison, she only suffered a second, it hurts like that, Nangong Liuyun has been fighting for fire, but still strives for the upper reaches, climbing the height of 300,000 meters, what exactly is he suffering?

A dull pain spread in the heart of the Soviet Union...

The back of Nangong Liuyun was thin, and the robe was covered with blood, and the tears of distressed tears rolled.

Such a back, Su Luo wants to hug him, warm him, tell him that he is still there. But she can't.

She could only move motionlessly, and her meticulous hands were stuck on his back, and she was fighting the fire with the fallen red lotus.

Although the fallen red lotus is easy to say, it is very difficult to absorb the fire poison.

However, it is harder, and it is not the cooperation between the Soviet Union and the fallen red lotus.

Although the absorption is slow, but the water is long and the flow is long, the fire is slowly decreasing.

Time is a little past.

Every day passed.

The Rubik's Cube housekeeper has long come to catch the Nangong stream, but the Sulu and Nangong flow clouds are covered by gravity space, swallowing fire poison, can not be easily disturbed.

So Rubik's housekeeper always stood outside with people.

By the time the last trace of fire was absorbed by the fallen red lotus, it was already the tenth morning.

Nangong Liuyun has woke up, but his body is still weak.

His soft body leaned against the body of the Soviet Union. His face was pale and bloodless. If the hair was like a gossamer, he would feel mad at any time.

Su Luo was holding him with concern and his eyes were anxious: "How are you?"

Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo with pity, thin lips and pale, weak and weak: "Not good."

"Where is the pain? Where is it uncomfortable? What is the condition on your body? Tell me soon." The Soviet Union was in a hurry.

"Where it hurts, no one is uncomfortable, can't stand up, no strength..." Nangong Liu Yun's wet eyes, grievances watching Su Luo, not abandoned dogs.

Such a beautiful boy, an ink-colored blue silk tied by a simple red silk, because of the injury, the hair is a little messy, swaying a few miles on the bright forehead.

Black ink, smooth skin, more crystal clear, with a touch of light.

The dark black eyes, originally cold like a cold pool, the pale pink thin lips, originally like a nobleman, became a shallow white line, but at the moment, in front of the Soviet Union, he is very weak. It doesn't seem to rely on her shoulders, it will break down...

Leaning on her shoulders, smelling the long-lost fragrance of the Su's body, the beautiful eyes of Nangong Liuyun were slightly closed, the thick and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and the face was a happy and satisfying smile.

Su Luo was anxiously, and found that the head of Nangong Liuyun was hanging weakly, and even more anxious: "Is it still painful?"

Nangong Liuyun squatted on his chest and grievances: "It hurts so much pain and pain..."

"It’s such a heavy injury, it’s not painful." Su Luo felt his heart hurting his head. "This is not a place to stay for a long time. Let's go out first?"

"No strength..." Nangong is a popular person.

Sue patted the chest with pride: "I am carrying you."

But when Su Luo saw the blood of the chest of Nangong Liuyun, he changed his mind: "I still hold you, lest your chest be squeezed and wounded."

The voice did not fall. When the Nangong adults had not yet returned to the gods, a young princess was arrested and the Nangong adults were picked up.

Nangong Liuyun: "..."