The Demonic King Chases His Wife

At this time, Su Luo had finished eating the red fruit and the ice grapes. She washed her hands with Celestial Spirit Water and took a silk handkerchief made of a thousand of years ice silk. Slowly and carefully, she wiped every finger clean.

Then, she put aside the handkerchief and stood up.

With a wave of hands, the michievious Yun Luo Red Lotus playfully wags its tail, restored the original state of its body, and a large fire lotus blossomed behind Su Luo's body.

For a while, the hot temperature in the room dropped.

But the pain of those people on the ground was not diminished.

Seeing them like this, Su Luo also felt pity.

Look at them one by one. When they first came in, they were still put on airs, but now? From top to bottom, one could scape ash out of their body, painted with black, no spot on the skin was in a good condition.

"Tut tut, how painful is it?" Su Luo squatted down, looked at the Hong Yi, and poked at the scorched spot on her face.

"Ah!!!"