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

With a glance, she saw Nangong Liuyun sitting near the headboard of the bed in a daze. The outline of his face from one side, was as fine as that of the ancient Greek gods, making people unable to look away after just a quick glance.

“What are you thinking about?” Su Luo held her hand and waved it in front of his face.

Nangong Liuyun saw that it was Su Luo, he clearly released a relieved breath of air, but immediately after, he humphed two times in a huff.

Su Luo was already familiar with his arrogant and spoiled temperament like the back of her hand, so she also did not get angry. She sat by his side with a smile, and took out the blood-clotting pill she had already refined.

“Everything is ready, now I can start to treat your injuries.”

“You are willing to come back?” Nangong Liuyun swept a glance at her, his tone was somewhat displeased, but she could hear no coldness in it.

“How could I truly walk away ah, I went looking for medicinal herbs and food for you.” Su Luo took out all kinds of stuff from inside her space like performing conjuring tricks, piling it up one after another on the ground.

Nangong Liuyun didn’t even cast a glance at it, he changed his position and moved sideways to her, facing the weeds in the corner.

Su Luo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She reached out with her hands and untied his belt again. Seeing that sinister wound gaping open outwards, Su Luo’s nose soured and asked: “Does it still hurt?”

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, with a heavy nasal twang.

Nangong Liuyun cast a quick glance at her, but once again, he looked away: “You don’t care about this king anyway. Even if I die from pain, it has nothing to do with you.”

Su Luo knew that this man was acting out in a fit of being peeved.

Really an arrogant, spoiled, stingy man who likes to be jealous and peeved.

Su Luo didn’t pay any attention to him, she minded her own business of preparing well the implements needed to treat his injuries.

After she sterilized the dagger with a fireball, Su Luo took out that blood-clotting pill and handed it over to Nangong Liuyun: “Swallow it.”

Although Nangong Liuyun still ignored her, he still opened his mouth like a well-behaved child.

Looking at him, Su Luo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and had no alternative but to stroke his head, coaxing him with a nice tone and a very good mood: “Fine, fine, I promise you, in the future, without your permission, I will not go out alone, ok?”

She had actually known from the beginning that he was pretending to be foolish, and acted cute and peeved. However, he was only waiting for a promise from her.

So, finally, she still spoke out that sentence he loved to hear.

Nangong Liuyun nevertheless indifferently said: “This king is not forcing you, it is you who volunteered.”

Su Luo started to smile: “I know, I know, it is I who volunteered.”

Only then did Nangong Liuyun cheer up. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Su Luo: “This is more like it.”

Give him an inch, and he’ll want a mile!

Su Luo didn’t feel like reasoning with him once more, and she merely mildly said a phrase: “Lie down well, I’m about to cut it.”

The dagger glittered like frost and snow, glowing with a deep, cold radiance.

He took off his clothing, revealing that sinister wound on his chest.

Nangong Liuyun shot a quick glance at Su Luo, and frowned: “If it leaves behind a scar, you must take responsibility.”

Su Luo speechlessly nodded her head.

“You must not scorn me because you dislike it.” Nangong Liuyun thought a bit, and added another sentence.

Su Luo once again nodded with strong emphasis: “Got it, your really are long-winded.”

Su Luo was considered to be very fearless, but the person before her eyes was Nangong Liuyun. When she started to act, her hands still unavoidably trembled a little.

A single cut sliced past, fresh blood immediately came out like a violent storm.

Su Luo saw this and her nose couldn’t help but sour. Her head inclined to one side to look at Nangong Liuyun.

And yet, Nangong Liuyun, at this time, didn’t even let out a groan, the corner of his mouth was plastered with an unrestrained, indifferent smile. He unblinkingly watched Su Luo, that expression, that attitude, was satisfied and serious. The seriousness in his eyes were like looking at a precious treasure of a lifetime.

His silhouette was as perfect as the gods, refined like being cut from a fine blade, world-shakingly handsome, with sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes. He was extraordinarily talented and bright, with his entire person glistening and dazzling, emitting a godlike splendor, commanding people so they could not look away.