Chapter 1182. Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort (3)
“Luo Luo, wait for my return.” Nangong Liuyun was firmly set and turned his head to smile tenderly at Su Luo.
“No!” Su Luo stumbled to go up, “I can’t let you face this kind of danger. Even if I’ll stay this sickly for the rest of my life, I’ll also acknowledge it. You can’t go!”
Su Luo’s sixth sense had always been strong, she could clearly sense that strange and dangerous aura on that stone fighting stage. So much so that she had an awful intuition that she would lose Nangong Liuyun.
At this time, the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls faintly smiled: “The time is about to be over oh.”
While speaking, this treacherous and deceitful master of the Nine Different Palace Halls’s sleeves easily lifted up. A stick of incense that had just been lit appeared in front of everyone.
His meaning was very clear, now, Nangong Liuyun only had a stick of incense’s time left.
Nangong Liuyun controlled his expression and indifferently glanced at the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls. Then, he turned and patted Su Luo’s head: “Be obedient, stay in place and don’t move. Believe in me okay?”
“Don’t!” Su Luo grabbed the wide sleeves of his gown, the base of her fingers were blanched white.
Really was a hard-to-deal-with girl.