How could it not hurt when a sharp dagger cuts through the muscles and cuts the flesh without any anesthesia?
Su Luo clearly saw a trace of fine sweat on Nangong Liuyun's forehead, and his face looked even paler, as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
His messy long hair was soaked with sweat and draped over his broad shoulders.
But there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was calm and nonchalant.
He stared at her without blinking, so gentle, doting, and intoxicating.
Su Luo's eyes met his, and her heart began to pound. She turned around instantly and continued what she was doing.
Looking at the scarred skin, Su Luo's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"What happened last night?" Su Luo asked for the third time.
Nangong Liuyun avoided the topic several times before, but now, in order to divert his attention, Su Luo brought it up again.
Because when the blood-clotting pill powder is sprinkled on it, it will be really painful.
A hint of amusement flashed across Nangong Liuyun's enchanting face, and he wore a devilish smile: "Don't worry, if my body is to be destroyed, it will be at the hands of Luo girl, why would I give it to someone else?"
What kind of talk is that? It's like she's being cruel and destroying a flower!
Su Luo glared at him angrily: "Then how did you get out?"
How powerful are the traps in the Purple Fish Palace? Once locked up in the Hehuan Room, getting out safely is practically impossible.
Thinking of the scene at that time, Nangong Liuyun's charming eyes darkened slightly, but his face was filled with an extremely evil smile: "At that time, this king was determined to keep his innocent body and dedicate it to my little Luoluo. How could he not come out now?"
"How did you get hurt like this?"
Su Luo slashed the dagger in her hand, cutting off another piece of rotten meat. Nangong Liuyun didn't even frown, his face still smiling palely. He said slowly, "Let's fight. In the love room, besides intercourse, there is a second option. It's quite humane."
Gentle words, charming and enchanting smile, but the sweat on the forehead condensed into beads and rolled down.
Su Luo's nose felt sore, and she turned away, pretending not to see it. She quickened her hands' speed, but continued to lead him on, "How do you personalize it?"
"Well, to put it simply, it's a fight with myself." Nangong Liuyun's blurry eyes were a little dizzy, but he still smiled, his smile was pale and weak.
"Why are you fighting with yourself?" Su Luo glanced at him and focused on the work in her hands again.
Nangong Liuyun thought for a moment and said slowly, "It's very strange inside. It simulates another self. And this person, whether it's spiritual power, moves, or thinking, is at the peak of perfection. Isn't it amazing?"
How could such a bizarre thing actually exist? It could even be simulated like this? Was this ancient, or ultra-modern? Su Luo was immediately embarrassed.
"In that case, how can you win?" Su Luo paused, then crushed the blood-clotting pill into powder and sprinkled it on his wound that was bleeding profusely.
The wound suddenly made a "hissing" sound, which was somewhat similar to the effect of being poured with sulfuric acid.
Nangong Liuyun's face turned pale in an instant. He took a deep breath, forcibly ignoring the piercing pain, and smiled gently but charmingly: "Don't you see... who I am... how could I... not be able to defeat..."
How can you fight against the most perfect version of yourself without risking your life?
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