The Demonic King Chases His Wife

Just like he said, Nangong Liuyun’s pair of beautiful eyes that was ice-cold, black like ink was fixed on his face.

Nangong Liuyun’s footsteps were firm and powerful as he walked towards Dongfang Xuan, step by step.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun’s body gave off a formless deterrence power, sharp and strict like an exceptional, cold unsheathed sword, piercing people’s ears with droning sounds. Making it impossible for people not to feel chills in their hearts.

Dongfang Xuan subconsciously retreated a step.

After retreating a step, he realized he just did something foolish. As a result, he stood firmly again and gave a light cough to cover up the embarrassment from just now. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Nangong Liuyun’s thick sword-like brows rose up slightly, step by step, he approached Dongfang Xuan. His gaze was cold as a deep pool as he said in an icy tone: “Where is Luo Luo?”

Mentioning Su Luo, the rage in Dongfang Xuan’s heart soared up immediately. He gave a cold jeer: “You are asking now? Don’t you think it’s too late?”

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes suddenly darkened, flashing with cold light. His long arm extended and grabbed Dongfang Xuan by his collar and lifted him up. His icy eyes exploded out with boiling killing intent: “Speak!”

The full of deterrence power angry shout shook Dongfang Xuan’s brain until he became stupid.