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Chapter 1529 – The last battle (10)

 Chapter 1529 - The last battle (10)

However, Su Luo never expected that Nangong Liuyun's luck would be so bad. To actually fall ill before such a critical competition and facing such a strong opponent!

"It's time."

On the stage, Dongfang Xuan looked at Nangong Liuyun with provocation.

The corner of Nangong Liuyun's dark lips carelessly hooked up. His gaze was like the night pearl in the black sea, giving off a brilliant and radiant luster.

He looked at Su Luo firmly and with no regrets.

"Girl." Nangong Liuyun's chin was handsome and sculpted, perfectly curved. His gaze was like bright starlight, firmly and seriously gazing at Su Luo, "Wait for me to return okay?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Su Luo smiled brilliantly and hugged Nangong Liuyun by the neck. She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

Her red lips touched the ice-cold skin, and Su Luo's heart suddenly jumped.

But at this moment Nangong Liuyun had already firmly pushed her away, took large strides toward the stage.

Su Luo's thought process was very fast, with lightning speed, she seemed to have understood something. But just at this time, Nangong Liuyun was already on the stage and smiled brilliantly toward Su Luo. This smile would charm all living things, capturing the hearts of every young miss. But Su Luo's expression was very impatient.

What to do! Su Luo was so busy that she was running around in circles in place.

Zi Yan walked over and pulled Su Luo back. Pushing her back into the chair and seriously asking with deep concern: "What happened? Why are you anxious like this?"

Beichen Ying also gathered close: "Don't be anxious. Don't worry. Nangong will definitely defeat Dongfang Xuan."

Su Luo, with a crying face, said her suspicions out loud: "I suspect Nangong's leg issue flared up again."

"What?!" Beichen Ying immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

He knew about the matter of Nangong Liuyun being sick in the middle of the month.

At that time, the little Nangong Liuyun was in so much pain that he tied himself up. He bit his teeth and crouched under the table. When the elders found him, he had already passed out from the pain. The floor had a huge spot full of water, that was all the sweat that fell from his body. And his body seemed as if it was fished up from deep water, wet from head to toe.

But even when he was in so much pain, he still didn't say a word. He didn't yell out a bit about how bitter it was. Even though the bottom of his lips has turned into a meat strip from being bitten. Even though they were in the room next door, they didn't hear a sound.

Ever since that time, Beichen Ying completely was convinced by Nangong Liuyun.

That year. Nangong Liuyun was only eight years old.

Such a young boy, with pink skin, sculpted like fine jade, a cute little boy, was already able to be ruthless to himself to that degree. The Little Beichen afterwards directly followed blindly behind him.

Now, when Beichen Ying heard Nangong Liuyun's sickness had returned, his face turned deathly white.

"The middle of the month hasn't arrived yet ah!" Beichen Ying bit his teeth and said in a low tone. But the deeply worried sound in that tone was very obvious.

"How could...it just happen to be today?" Zi Yan was so worried that she stamped her feet.

"Did you see it wrong?" Beichen Ying stared at Su Luo. His beautiful eyes had a never-before-seen seriousness.

Because the Nangong Liuyun on the stage had his body tall and straight, his embroidered robe dancing in the wind. He didn't give off a bit of a feeling as if he was ill.

"Hope what I thought I saw was wrong." Su Luo bit her lips and took a deep breath. Be that as it may, her heart was still restless.

Her sixth sense had always been accurate. Her ability to sense danger had always been very sharp. She had a strong premonition. The premonition indicated that something would happen to Nangong Liuyun on the stage.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan stood facing each other on the stage.

The corner of Dongfang Xuan's lips hooked up into a provocative and savage cold smile. His tone was frosty as if it came from prison in the underworld: "Third younger brother, it's been a long time since I saw you."