As he said, Nangong Liuyun's handsome face was fixed firmly on his face with his cold eyes as dark as ink.
Nangong Liuyun's steps were steady and powerful as he walked towards Dongfang Xuan step by step.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun exuded an invisible deterrent force, as sharp as a peerless cold sword drawn from its sheath, which made people's ears buzz and made them feel a chill in their hearts.
Dongfang Xuan subconsciously took a step back.
After taking a step back, he realized what a stupid thing he had done, so he immediately stood firm and cleared his cough to cover up his embarrassment.
Nangong Liuyun's thick sword-like brows knitted slightly as he approached Dongfang Xuan step by step. His gaze was as cold as a pond and his voice was icy: "Where's Luoluo?"
When Su Luo was mentioned, Dongfang Xuan's anger instantly soared to the highest point. He sneered, "Don't you think it's too late to ask now?"
Nangong Liuyun's eyes suddenly darkened, a cold light flashed in them, and he stretched out his long arm and grabbed Dongfang Xuan by the collar, lifting him up. His icy eyes shot out murderous intent, "Speak!"
The intimidating roar made Dongfang Xuan's mind dazed.
There was a trace of horror in Dongfang Xuan's eyes that was hard to fade away.
If he remembered correctly, when he separated from Nangong Liuyun, he was still only at the commander level. How come his strength has increased so quickly in the blink of an eye?
Dongfang Xuan knew that his strength had recovered to about 70% or 80%, at least to the strength of a mid-stage Saint, but he was unexpectedly caught by Nangong Liuyun with one hand. What on earth had happened? Could it be that Nangong Liuyun not only survived the dragon's death, but also found another opportunity?
The more Dongfang Xuan thought about it, the more horrified he became. The more he thought about it, the more regretful he became. Finally, he stared straight at Nangong Liuyun: "Where is the dragon?"
"Do you think it still has a chance to survive?" Nangong Liuyun tightened his arms and snorted coldly.
Dongfang Xuan felt as if his throat was strangled, and a feeling of suffocation close to death arose spontaneously. This feeling made him feel panic-stricken and terrified.
"Speak!" Nangong Liuyun shouted, his voice anxious and impatient.
Dongfang Xuan's lowered eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. In terms of strength, he was no match for Nangong Liuyun. If he didn't take some measures, he might really die here today.
Dongfang Xuan had just escaped from Su Luo's pursuit and was immediately caught in Nangong Liuyun's killing. He felt that his luck was extremely bad.
What exactly should be done to disrupt Nangong Liuyun's usual calmness and rationality and make him mentally vulnerable? Dongfang Xuan's eyes sparkled, and he quickly came up with an idea.
"Do you really want to know about Su Luo?" Dongfang Xuan waved Nangong Liuyun's arm away.
Nangong Liuyun frowned slightly, staring at him without blinking, without saying a word.
"Actually, Su Luo..." Dongfang Xuan sighed softly, "Actually, I don't know how Su Luo is doing now... I hope that good things will come to this girl."
"What's going on?" Nangong Liuyun's face remained expressionless, but the veins on the back of his hands covered by his wide robe were bulging, and it was obvious that he was extremely angry.
With this beginning, Dongfang Xuan began to make up lies in a vivid way.
He recounted the story of Su Luo being chased and falling to the bottom of the Mo River. His words were nine-tenths true and one-tenth false, and it was almost impossible to find any flaws.
In the story he described, after Su Luo entered the Mo River, she was chased by the War God Puppet, and then nothing happened...
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