1529. Chapter 1529 The Last Battle 10

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! But Su Luo didn't expect that Nangong Liuyun's luck would be so bad that he fell ill in such a crucial match and in front of such a powerful opponent!

"Time is up."

On the stage, Dongfang Xuan stared at Nangong Liuyun provocatively.

The corners of Nangong Liuyun's bright red lips were raised casually, his eyes were like night pearls in the black sea, revealing a bright and gorgeous brilliance.

He looked at Su Luo, determined and without regret.

"Girl." Nangong Liuyun's chin was handsome and resolute, with a perfect curve, his eyes were like bright starlight, and he stared at Su Luo seriously, "Wait for me to come back, huh?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Su Luo smiled brightly, hugged Nangong Liuyun's neck, stood on tiptoe, and left a hickey on his cheek.

When the red lips touched the cold skin, Su Luo's heart skipped a beat.

But at this time, Nangong Liuyun had already resolutely pushed her away, striding towards the stage.

Su Luo's thinking was quick, and she seemed to understand something in a blink of an eye, but at this time, Nangong Liuyun had already stepped onto the stage and smiled at Su Luo. This smile, charming all living beings, captured the girl's heart, but Su Luo His expression was anxious.

How to do! Su Luo turned around in a hurry.

Zi Yan walked over, pulled Su Luo back, pressed her on the chair, and asked seriously and concerned: "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Bei Chenying also came up together: "Don't worry, don't worry, Nangong will definitely defeat Dongfang Xuan."

With a mournful face, Su Luo expressed her doubts: "I suspect that Nangong's leg is sick."

"What?!" Bei Chenying gasped instantly.

He knew that Nangong would fall ill in the middle of the month.

Back then, the little Nangong Liuyun tied himself up in pain, gritted his teeth and squatted under the table by himself, and when the elders found him, he had passed out from the pain, and the ground was covered with water stains, which were all Sweat dripped from his body, and his whole body was drenched as if he had been fished out of the water.

But even though the pain was so severe, he didn't say a word, he didn't cry out at all, even though his lower lip had been bitten and festered, even though they were in the next room, he didn't notice any sound.

It was only after that time that Bei Chenying truly completely convinced Nangong Liuyun.

That year, Nangong Liuyun was only eight years old.

Such a little boy, the little Zhengtai who was sculpted in pink and jade, was able to be so cruel to himself, and the little Beichen followed him directly behind his ass and followed his lead.

Now, when Bei Chenying heard that Nangong Liuyun was ill, her face immediately turned pale.

"It's not even the middle of the month yet!" Bei Chenying gritted her teeth and lowered her voice, but the anxiety in her voice was very obvious.

"How could it be today?" Zi Yan stomped her feet anxiously.

"Did you read it wrong?" Bei Chenying stared at Su Luo, her beautiful eyes were more serious than ever before.

Because Nangong Liuyun on the stage had a tall and straight body, elegant robes, and he didn't feel weak due to illness.

"I hope I'm wrong." Su Luo bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. Having said that, she was always uneasy in her heart.

Her sixth sense has always been accurate, and her perception of danger has always been accurate. She has a strong premonition that something will happen to Nangong Liuyun on the stage.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan stood facing each other on the stage.

The corner of Dongfang Xuan's mouth twitched into a provocative and ferocious sneer, and his voice was as cold as coming from a ghost prison: "Third Junior Brother, long time no see."