The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 442 – A new lease on life (14)

Chapter 442 – A new lease on life (14)
The sharp dagger sliced through, cutting open skin and flesh. Under the circumstances of not having any anesthesia, how could it not hurt?
Su Luo clearly saw Nangong Liuyun’s forehead steeped with a thin layer of perspiration, making his complexion even paler than before. He was as pale as paper, completely lacking any color.
His disheveled long hair was soaked with sweat, draped loosely over his broad shoulder.
However, the corner of his mouth was raised in a light, pure smile, appearing like the soft clouds and gentle breeze, seemingly unconcerned.
He unblinkingly gazed at her, so tenderly, so intoxicating and seemingly drowning in love.
Su Luo’s gaze collided with his, her heart moved with ‘thump’ sounds. In a flash, she returned to her body and continued the actions of her hands.
Seeing that skin riddled with scars, a murderous aura flitted through Su Luo’s eyes.
“What happened last night?” Su Luo asked for the third time.
Several times before, Nangong Liuyun had avoided it all by not responding, but now, in order to divert his attention, Su Luo mentioned it again.
Because just wait until she sprinkled the powdered blood-clotting pill on the wound, that was when it would truly hurt.
A trace of contemplation flashed across Nangong Liuyun’s devilishly bewitching face. His smile was brimming with an extremely sinister expression: “You should be at ease, if this king’s body is to be ruined, then it will be ruined by Luo girl’s hand. How could it be given to other people?”
What kind of words where these? Making it seem as if she would use very ruthless methods to deflower him!
Su Luo irritatedly glared at him: “Then how did you escape from there?”
The traps in the Amethyst Fish Palace, how difficult was it to deal with? Since he was locked in the Joyous Conjugal Room, if he wanted to come out safely, then it was almost impossible.
Recalling the scene at that time, Nangong Liuyun’s devilishly bewitching eyes sank down slightly. His face was brimming with an extremely sinister smile: “At that time, this king was determined to preserve the purity of my body and to offer it in faith to my family’s little Luo Luo. How could I not come out?”
“How did you get wounded to this extent?”
The dagger in Su Luo’s hand swept past and another piece of rotting flesh was sliced off, Nangong Liuyun’s brows didn’t even crease. His face still had that pale smile, as he slowly said: “Merely a scuffle. Within that Joyous Conjugal Room, besides having sexual intercourse, there was also a second alternative you could choose. It was actually a straightforward transformation into humanoid.”
Gentle, warm and soft words, with a devilishly alluring smile, but the perspiration on his forehead had condensed into beads, with each of them tumbling down.
Su Luo’s nose soured and she turned her face away, pretending that she didn’t see. She increased the speed of her hand’s movements while she continued to draw him to talk: “What kind of transformation into humanoid?”
“This, um, simply put, is a fight with yourself.” Nangong Liuyun’s eyes blurred and he was feeling somewhat dizzy. Yet he was still smiling, his smile was pale and weak.
“How does one fight one’s self?” Su Luo took a glance at him and again concentrated on the task at hand.
Nangong Liuyun thought about it, saying it little by little: “Inside was very strange, it had another simulated me. This person, whether it was his spirit strength, style, and even thinking, were all at the peak state of perfection, very difficult to deal with right?”
Unexpectedly, there would be this kind of strange thing? Could still imitate a person like this? When all was said and done, was this still in ancient times or leaning towards the modern world…Su Luo was immediately depressed.
“Since it was like that, then how could you win the fight?” Su Luo paused a little, she directly pinched the blood-clotting pill into fine powder and sprinkled it on his wound that was violently gushing out fresh blood.
The wound immediately issued out ‘sisss’ sizzling sounds. It had a similar effect to pouring sulfuric acid on it.
In an instant, Nangong Liuyun’s complexion went deathly white. He sucked in a deep breath of air and forcibly ignored the excruciating pain that shot through his mind. His smile was light and sluggish, but still enchanting: “Also didn’t look to see…who is this king… how….could…not win the fight….”
Fighting with the most perfect version of himself, if it was not as dangerous as risking his life, how could he have come out?