But Su Luo didn't expect that Nangong Liuyun's luck would be so bad that he would fall ill in such a crucial match and in front of such a strong opponent!
"Time is up."
On the stage, Dongfang Xuan stared at Nangong Liuyun provocatively.
The corners of Nangong Liuyun's crimson lips curled up nonchalantly, his eyes like night pearls in the black sea, shining brightly.
He looked at Su Luo, determined and without regrets.
"Girl." Nangong Liuyun's chin was sharp and resolute, with a perfect curve. His eyes were like bright stars, staring at Su Luo steadily and seriously. "Wait for me to come back, ok?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Su Luo smiled brightly, hugged Nangong Liuyun's neck, stood on tiptoe, and left a kiss on his cheek.
When the red lips touched the cold skin, Su Luo's heart suddenly jumped.
But at this time, Nangong Liuyun had already resolutely pushed her away and strode onto the stage.
Su Luo's mind was very quick, and she seemed to understand something in a flash. But at this time, Nangong Liuyun had already come on stage and smiled at Su Luo. This smile was so charming that it captured the girl's heart, but Su Luo's expression was full of anxiety.
What to do! Su Luo was so anxious that she turned around in circles.
Zi Yan walked over, pulled Su Luo back, pressed her into the chair, and asked seriously and concernedly, "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"
Beichen Ying also came over: "Don't worry, don't be anxious, Nangong will definitely be able to defeat Dongfang Xuan."
Su Luo expressed her suspicions with a sad face: "I suspect Nangong's leg is sick."
"What?!" Beichen Ying gasped instantly.
He knew that Nangong would have an attack of illness in the middle of the month.
Back then, the little Nangong Liuyun tied himself up in pain and squatted under the table with gritted teeth. When his elders found him, he had already fainted from the pain. There was a puddle of water on the ground, which was all the sweat from his body. He was soaking wet as if he had been fished out of the water.
But even though it hurt so much, he didn't make a sound, not even crying out in pain, even though his lower lip had been bitten into an ulcer, and even though they were in the next room, he didn't notice a single sound.
Since that time, Beichen Ying was truly convinced by Nangong Liuyun.
That year, Nangong Liuyun was only eight years old.
Such a small boy, a delicate and cute little boy, could be so cruel to himself. Later, little Beichen just followed him and did whatever he wanted.
Now when Beichen Ying heard that Nangong Liuyun was ill, his face turned pale immediately.
"It's not even the middle of the month yet!" Beichen Ying gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, but the anxiety in his voice was very obvious.
"Why... today?" Zi Yan stamped her feet anxiously.
"Did you see it wrong?" Beichen Ying stared at Su Luo, his beautiful eyes more serious than ever before.
Because Nangong Liuyun on the stage stood tall and straight, his brocade robe fluttering, without any sign of weakness from an illness.
"I hope I'm mistaken." Su Luo bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. Even so, she was still feeling uneasy.
Her sixth sense has always been very accurate, and her perception of danger has always been very accurate. She has a strong premonition that something will happen to Nangong Liuyun on the stage.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan were standing opposite each other on the stage.
Dongfang Xuan's lips curled up into a provocative and cruel sneer, and his voice was as cold as if it came from the ghost prison: "Third Junior Brother, it's been a long time."
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