Beichen Ying took one last look at Su Luo and turned away.
Su Luo put her hand on the door, hesitating for several times, but still couldn't make up her mind.
An impatient voice came from inside: "Take it out!"
Then there was a sound of porcelain falling to the ground.
Then, the door opened, and a maid came out with red eyes, carrying the collected broken porcelain pieces, and her fingertips were covered with blood.
As the door opened, Su Luo smelled a foul smell of alcohol.
Following the open door, Su Luo walked towards him step by step.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun was lying on the bed, facing inward, with only the strong lines of his back exposed.
He didn't look well at all at this moment.
He was only wearing a white shirt, his body was covered with all kinds of scars, and gauze was wrapped around it casually, as if it had not been carefully taken care of.
"You said you don't want to eat, get out!" Nangong said impatiently and threw a pillow at Su Luo.
Even though it was just a pillow, he was an eighth-rank warrior, so how powerful was he?
Su Luo slightly tilted her body and subconsciously slid away from the dance step, thus escaping the disaster.
If it were an ordinary maid, there would be a corpse on the ground.
Nangong Liuyun did not turn around, still lying facing inward with his back to Su Luo.
Su Luo stood there, motionless, staring at his back.
Thinking about how this man started a war because of his careless words, and destroyed the entire Dragon Tiger Sect, which was feared by the imperial court, into ashes overnight, and blood flowed like a river.
Thinking of this, her eyes became subtle and complicated.
After a long while, Nangong Liuyun turned around impatiently, probably because he felt that the person behind him had not moved, "Why aren't you dead yet——"
The word "die" was stiffly written on the edge of her perfect lips.
His brows were furrowed, and he glared at Su Luo unhappily, giving her a vicious look: "Who allowed you to come?"
Su Luo pretended not to hear the displeasure in his words, walked over step by step, and finally stopped in front of him, staring at him without blinking, but said nothing.
Nangong Liuyun's expression was unfriendly, and he snorted coldly several times: "Who do you think you are? Can you come to the Prince of Jin's Mansion whenever you want?"
His tone was cold, as cold as ice. It made people lose all their face at first glance and they wanted to cry and cover their faces and leave.
But Su Luo could tell that although he looked fierce, his eyes were not cold.
He still had the smell of residual liquor on him, with a faint hint of blood, which made people vaguely imagine his brutality last night.
Thinking that he would vent his anger in that way, Su Luo felt a pang in her heart and subconsciously turned her face away.
Looking at Su Luo standing in front of him without saying a word, Nangong Liuyun's tone became more and more disgusted: "Standing there like a piece of wood, you can't even apologize?"
Su Luo's inky black eyes just looked at him quietly, in silence, without saying a word.
The sunlight hit his face, adding a bit of vitality to his cold and hard profile.
The beauty that was already as handsome as a god became more vivid because of anger, making it almost impossible to look away.
For a moment, both of them were silent, looking at each other.
The world seemed to stop at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Liuyun suddenly stood up, limped over and opened the door: "What are you doing here? Go away, I don't want to see you now."
Nangong Liuyun frowned, his expression unfriendly, and there was even more impatience between his brows.
Seeing Su Luo still standing there, Nangong Liuyun became more and more impatient.
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