The Demonic King Chases His Wife

But before Su Luo’s figure could get close to Dongfang Xuan, she saw Dongfang Xuan’s figure, like a broken off kite, was quickly sent flying backwards.

Su Luo opened her eyes wide, then turned and just so happened to see Nangong Liuyun retract his long straight leg.

“You——” Su Luo swallowed some saliva.

If you replay the scene back, it was very easy to see Nangong Liuyun’s awesome action of kicking Dongfang Xuan flying away. But a pity, Su Luo only saw the last movement.

“Didn’t you not want him to enter?” The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth hooked into an enchanting smile, his slender arm was placed on Su Luo’s shoulder, with one move, she fell into his embrace.

“But this action of yours, isn’t it….too straightforward?” Dongfang Xuan postured for so long, but Nangong Liuyun directly kicked him flying with one foot.

Su Luo’s gaze looked all around and saw Dongfang Xuan laying far away on the ground. His eyes were closed motionless, with a gossamer of breath, as if he had fainted.

“Really awesome! I also want to learn!” Beichen Ying’s pair of eyes stared at Nangong Liuyun like flickering stars. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel{f}ire.net

“You can’t learn it.” Nangong Liuyun gave a light snort.