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

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Su Luo did not have a good white, he gave a glance, and sure enough, she did not understand the circle of power, and the privilege of Nangong II, she was taught.

The snow hoof oolong is not a big six-star mount, the speed is fast, it is easy to drive.

Su Luo soared in the midair of the Imperial Capital.

On the face is the cool breeze, surrounded by the warmth of the Nangong Liuyun.

Looking around, the lights below are dim, a little light spot, like a firefly on the ground.

The entire emperor, vast and boundless, can not see the head at first glance.

The beauty of the emperor is only a few people can enjoy it.

The snow hooves are very fast, and the Soviets feel that they have just just sat up. The snow hooves have arrived at their destination.

Looking at the other hospital below, the eyes of the Soviet Union flashed slightly.

Here is the other courtyard of Nangong Liuyun, Jingyuan.

The last time she was seriously injured, she was brought to this cultivation by Nangong Liuyun.

Last time, when Su Luo saw the words of Jingyuan, he still had no idea. He only thought that the name of this garden was good, and the place was quiet and distant.

But now, when she knows that Ning San’s name is Serenity, she sees the word of Jingyuan, and the heart of Su’s heart is not shocked.

Su Luo’s pretense is calm: “Nan Gong Liu Yun.”

"Well?" Nangong was less biased, and the good-looking eyes looked at Su Luo.

"Your words are very well written, but why are the words on this plaque not written by you?" Su Luo asked unintentionally.

In fact, what she most wants to ask is, who is the word on the plaque.

It’s beautiful and elegant, and it’s not like a man’s.

Nangong two little look indifferent, the eyes swept over the plaque, casually snorted.

Then there is no more then.

Su Luo was not discouraged. She glanced at Bainan Palace: "I found that you are not going to chat."

"What?" Nangong Liuyun lazily glanced at her.

"Besides um, don't you say anything else? For example, who wrote it, when did it write, why is it written by her." Su Luo took the sleeves of Nangong Liuyun, seemingly random, heart But it is involuntarily raised.

Nan Gong Er Shao does not seem to want to talk about this topic, the voice is light: "An old man wrote."

"The old man? Which old man?" Su Luo's aggressive questioning.

Nangong II suddenly stood still, and the deep eyes of the eyes looked at Su Luo deeply. The meaning was profound: "You don't know, so don't ask."

He obviously does not want to talk about this topic.

"Why is it called Jingyuan?" Su Luo clenched his fists and stared at Nangong Liuyun.

Nangong Liuyun is obviously somewhat intolerant. He shot the light of his eyes. "What do you want to say?"

Su Luo: "Jingyuan Jingyuan, is it because there is a static word in the name of that person?"

Su Luo can no longer hold back, this sentence blurted out!

After asking it out, she was freed herself. The eyes stared straight at Nangong Liuyun, and her eyes were serious.

"Who told you?" The two deep eyes of Nangong were so dangerous. "What about Murong's family?"

"Who told me important?" Su Luo stared at him quietly.

Nangong Liu Yun’s eyebrows were on display, and his eyes were like a sharp edge.

"You..." Nangong II pointed to Su Luo, and finally patted her head, "the mediocrity."

"What do you mean?" Su Luo glared at him, hiding a grievance in the shackles and pressing on him.