The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss - Chapter 1501 – Simulated battle (5)

Chapter 1501 – Simulated battle (5)

The more Li Yaoyuan thought, the happier he was. Finally, he drank until he was intoxicated before leaving.

“Su Luo, the you right now must be cultivating very hard right?” Li Aochen’s mouth hooked into a sinister sneer, “A pity ah, what’s the use of doing things at the last minute? Tsk, tsk.”

Li Aochen disdainfully shook his head. Afterwards, he leaned against the chair, very satisfied and relaxed, and raised his eyes to look at the sky.

He would lose? How was that possible? Even if you kill him, he wouldn’t believe it.

Thinking of this, Li Aochen took out a wallet from his side, tossing it up and down, playing with it.

Looks like he could also go earn some pocket money to spend ah.

Tomorrow, the battle was about to begin. Su Luo, are you ready? Li Aochen’s mouth curved up sinisterly.

At this time, Su Luo was still engaged in continuous battles.

Time and time again.

The later it was, the longer the battle would take. The two people were deadlocked, no one could beat the other.

At this moment, on Su Luo’s forehead, her arms, as long as skin was exposed, it was all drenched in blood.

Su Luo violently gasped for breath and let her perspiration flow down like rainwater. Her brows couldn’t help but wrinkle a bit.

But wave after wave of acute pain came from her wounds. Su Luo took a deep breath, with great difficulty, she kept her mind from going fuzzy.

Su Luo knew she couldn’t move.

The Li Aochen she faced also wasn’t in any better of a circumstance.

Li Aochen, at this moment, his arm had already been hacked flying by Su Luo. Blood rushed out like a hurricane.

He was so furious that he almost started to jump up and down. However, he didn’t dare move half a step.

Because if he moved, he would reveal a gap. Having a gap was to give the opponent an opportunity to attack him.

The two people stood opposite of each other, eyes narrowed dangerously. Both staring unwaveringly at the other.

Time passed by in minutes and seconds.

After a period.

Bright rays of dawn broke through the darkness. In the sky, it was full of orange red clouds.

Southern Mountain.

Outside of Su Luo’s room.

Beichen Ying and Zi Yan stood next to each other, the two people’s expression were at a loss.

“How about you knock on the door?” Zi Yan thought for a bit, put down her hand and let Beichen Ying take her spot.

Beichen Ying lifted his hand, just as his fingers were about to touch the door, he foolishly stopped there. He turned his head to ask Zi Yan: “Is it really okay to do it like this? What if Luo Luo is at a critical point of her cultivation? Could it disturb her until she enters Recoil of Madness?”

Zi Yan was at a loss, looking at the time of the day: “If we don’t go now, then we won’t make it. At that time, Luo Luo would be automatically eliminated from the competition.”

“Then maybe it’s better if you do it?” Beichen Ying weakly gave up the spot.

“You——” Zi Yan, panting in rage, stepped on him, and harshly glared at him, “Fine, I’ll do it!”

Zi Yan stood in the spot Beichen Ying had vacated, with difficulty, she made some mental preparations, afterwards, she gracefully lifted her hand.

Just when her hand was one thumb’s distance from the door, suddenly, she discovered her body couldn’t move!

Zi Yan immediately lost her head out of fear.

But before she could utter a cry of fear, a clear and cold voice noiselessly sounded by her ear: “Don’t disturb her.”

“Third Senior Brother!” Zi Yan discovered her body could move again and happily turned her head back.

Nangong Liuyun was dressed in a light blue embroidered robe, standing with his back to the light. The orange color light of the daybreak came from his back, the contrast made him look like a god from the ninth layer of heaven. So handsome as to be indescribable, so beautiful as to make people choke.

That imposing, noble and graceful bearing that came from his whole body made people feel that an extra glance at him would be blaspheme.

“Then, what are we to do now?” Zi Yan shook her head and drove away the incomparably beautiful image of Nangong Liuyun from her mind.