A sharp dagger cuts through the muscles and cuts the flesh open. How could it not hurt without any anesthesia?

Su Luo clearly saw a touch of fine sweat oozing on Nangong Liuyun's forehead, and his face looked paler, as pale as paper, and bloodless.

The messy long hair was soaked in sweat and spread over her broad shoulders.

But a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if the clouds were quiet and windy, as if they were careless.

He stared at her for a moment, so gentle, doting, intoxicating.

Su Luo collided with his eyes, and her heart slammed, and she turned around instantly and continued the movements in her hand.

Looking at the scarred skin, Su Luo's eyes flashed with murderous aura.

"What happened last night?" Su Luo asked for the third time.

Nangong Liuyun avoided him the previous few times, but now, in order to attract his attention, Su Luo mentioned it again.

Because when the blood coagulation pill powder is sprinkled on it later, it will be called real pain.

A touch of playfulness flashed across Nangong Liuyun's demonic face, and a very evil smile was filled with: "Don't worry, if my body is destroyed, it will be destroyed by Luo Yatou's hands. How could it be given to others?"

What's this? It seems like she's very rude!

Su Luo glared at him angrily: "Then why did you run out?"

How powerful is the mechanism in the Ziyu Palace? Since you are locked in the Hehuan Room, it is almost impossible to get out safely.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Nangong Liuyun's demonic eyes slightly sink, but his face was filled with an evil smile: "I firmly believed in keeping my innocent body and dedicating it to my Xiao Luoluo. Can you still not get out?"

"Why are you so injured?"

Su Luo slashed the dagger in his hand and cut another piece of rotten meat. Nangong Liuyun didn't frown, but there was still a pale smile on his face. He slowly said, "Just fight. In the Hehuan room, there is a second option besides having sex, which is quite humane."

Warm and gentle words, a charming and enchanting smile, but the sweat on the forehead condenses into beads and rolls down one by one.

Su Luo's nose felt sore, and he didn't look over. He pretended not to see it. His subordinates speeded up, but continued to induce him to speak, "How to make it personal?"

"Well, to put it simply, it's just fighting with yourself." Nangong Liuyun's confused eyes were a little dizzy, but he still smiled, his smile pale and weak.

"How do you fight with me?" Su Luo glanced at him and focused on the work in his hands.

Nangong Liuyun thought for a while and said slowly: "It's very strange inside. It will simulate another self. This person, whether it is spiritual power, moves, or thinking, he is at the peak of the perfect state. Isn't it amazing?"

There is such a strange thing? Can it still be simulated like this? Is this ancient or super modern... Su Luo suddenly became embarrassed.

"Since that's the case, how could you beat it?" Su Luo paused, then pinched the blood coagulation pill into powder and sprinkled it on his blood-storming wound.

A "hissing" sound suddenly appeared on the wound, which was somewhat similar to the effect of splashing sulfuric acid.

Nangong Liuyun's face turned pale in an instant. He took a deep breath and ignored the cone of heartache. His smile was gentle but charming: "I don't even look at who I am... How could I... I... I can't beat..."
Chapter completed!