1394. Chapter 1394 Deterring the Palace 3

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! As the deterrent force left, Emperor Jing slowly took a breath, leaned on the pillar, and stood up unsteadily.

The prince and queen still fell to the ground. It's not that they don't want to get up, but that the last trace of strength in them has been exhausted at this time, and they are not even as good as a baby, so how can they stand up?

Emperor Jing looked at Nangong Liuyun who was still sitting there calmly, with complex meanings in his eyes.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was so strange that he couldn't even recognize him as an old man.

At this moment, Emperor Jing seemed to recall the tragic scene when the little Nangong bloodbathed the imperial capital.

Emperor Jing smiled self-deprecatingly.

Nangong Liuyun, who was nearly five years old, was so strong back then, how could he listen to his orders now? He really sat on the throne for a long time and was used to being at ease, so he couldn't even understand such a reason.

"Royal father" the prince was half lying on the ground, growling unwillingly. The kneeling just now severely tore away the last trace of his dignity, and he was allowed to be trampled by Nangong Liuyun. Now that he survived his life, the prince was instantly annoyed.

Emperor Jing waved his hand and said to Nangong Liuyun, "Do whatever you like."

Emperor Jing's voice was filled with endless frustration. What happened just now really left him with lingering fears, and it was like waking up from a dream. He knew that Nangong Liuyun had grown to the point where even he would look up to him, and it would be impossible for him to control him any longer.

Nangong Liuyun twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "I only understand now? It's not too late."

Emperor Jing smiled wryly.

If it wasn't for Nangong Liuyun's thunderous blow, I'm afraid he would still be immersed in dreams and unable to see reality clearly. The reality is, compared to that stinky girl Su Luo, he is not even a p!

In fact, Emperor Jing knew that the problem was with him. If he was able to protect Nangong's mother back then, if he could protect the little Nangong after Nangong bloodbathed the imperial capital, he would not despise his father so much.

When Emperor Jing thought of this, he suddenly felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a snow sword, and his eyes stared at the pain.

"Go back." Emperor Jing waved his hand.

Nangong Liuyun stood up, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Leave me a place in the Four Kingdoms Competition."

"Your quota has always been reserved, and the other nine people are already in place, if you have time." After seeing the situation clearly, Emperor Jing's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.

Nangong Liuyun interrupted him coldly: "There are not nine people."

"Huh?" Emperor Jing was puzzled.

"There are only eight people." Nangong Liuyun took Su Luo's hand, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Luo Luo also participates."

"But" Emperor Jing frowned immediately. Those nine people, each one above the sixth rank, are the secret power that the Nangong family has hidden for a long time, but isn't Su Luo only at the fifth rank?

Emperor Jing tried to reason with Nangong Liuyun: "Every strength in this four-nation competition is above the sixth level, and she is only at the fifth level, so she will not be able to pass the first level."

"You don't need to worry about this." Nangong Liuyun frowned with his pretty eyebrows.

Emperor Jing snorted angrily. Knowing that he would lose and wasting a spot, this son is really obsessed!

Nangong Liuyun didn't give him a chance to refuse, so he took Su Luo's hand and walked away slowly.

As soon as they left, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

"Father" the prince was about to cry. He walked through the gate of hell just now, and he didn't feel that he was really alive until now.