The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

At this time, Su Luo was still unconscious, and she depended on Nangong Liuyun giving her a steady flow of spirit energy to preserve her life.

Rong Yun quietly looked at Su Luo with his eyes fixed on that familiar face.

“Save her.” Nangong Liuyun’s voice was ice-cold.

Rong Yun had both hands behind his back and stood in front of the window, his white gown was pulled by the wind.

Looking into the distant horizon with eyes that were like calm waves, a trace of light flashed across his eyes when he heard this sentence.

After a long while, Rong Yun’s gaze finally shifted back from looking out the window. A sad and pitying expression flashed across his eyes and he faintly sighed, “It’s not easy to save her.”

If it was possible to save her, how could he not have undertaken the task?

He, more so than anyone else, hoped that Luo girl would be healthy, happy, safe and sound.

Nangong Liuyun stood up forcefully, his lanky body giving off ample oppressive feeling. His pair of eyes carried a trace of franticness as he glared at Rong Yun with a burning gaze: “Save her!”

Rong Yun’s eyes were a deep black like the ink in an ink-washed painting, so deep that you couldn’t see the bottom.

He thought for a while, then finally, that pair of sharp eyes shot directly towards Nangong Liuyun: “You’re certain you want to save her?”

“If my life can be exchanged for hers, I would absolutely be willing to do it.” Nangong Liuyun’s gaze was ice-cold and abstruse, an arrogant and noble aura penetrating throughout his body, so powerful and threatening.

Rong Yun calmly looked at him, as if trying to distinguish what was genuine and what was fake in his words.

The current Nangong Liuyun’s long body stood like jade, tall, straight and dignified. He appeared calm but his expression was malicious, with his whole body full of an austere aura: “You say it.”

Rong Yun’s gaze was ice-cold, clear and shallow, yet a deep meaning flashed across his eyes.

“Want to save her, it’s very difficult.” Rong Yun was still as indifferent as before, misty and indistinct like the wind, “Although you won’t need to pay with your life, but the danger level is at one out of ten chance to live..”

“It’s merely one out of ten chance to live. As long as I can save Luo Luo, even if it is zero chance to live out of ten, I’ll still go.” Nangong Liuyun’s sonorous voice covered over all the clamor. It rang by Rong Yun’s ear.

Rong Yun’s gaze momentarily brightened as if he could see through everything in the world.

“Since it’s like this, you should sit down. Listen to me as I slowly explain.” Rong Yun looked at Nangong Liuyun, his alienating attitude from before gradually softening somewhat.

“Luo girl’s injuries are very grave. If she isn’t saved, without a doubt, after three months, she will certainly die.”

Rong Yun’s gaze carried a firmness that wouldn’t allow any comment on this issue.

When Nangong Liuyun heard this, his whole body suddenly paused and his heart was ruthlessly seized at the same time.

“You said that Luo Luo will die?” He glared at Rong Yun with an imposing and threatening manner, with a murderous aura that rightfully, would make people tremble with fear.

“She will die.” Rong Yun did not conceal the truth at all, “Your spirit energy can maintain her life for a period of time, but cannot be maintained for a lifetime. One year is the longest time you can maintain her life.”

That is to say, if they don’t save her within one year, Luo Luo will...

Thinking up to here, Nangong Liuyun’s complexion turned pale. He pursed his thin lips, and his jawline was like a nobleman’s, proud and ice-cold: “You tell me, how is this to be done?”

He was wholeheartedly willing, even if he was skinned with a knife and deep fried.

Rong Yun’s handsome facial features raised slightly: “Have you heard of the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort?”

Nangong Liuyun’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly: “The Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort that can give life to the flesh and bones of a dead person?”

Nangong Liuyun had read extensively since he was young. He was widely read and knowledgeable. Many things that had disappeared into the long river of history, he would inevitably have an impression.

“Uhm.” Rong Yun looked outside the window. His voice was faint, misty and indistinct like the wind, “Inside the Xian’s Wood Residence, there is a Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort.”

He only said this sentence and would no longer say anything more.

He believed that Nangong Liuyun would understand.

However, when Nangong Liuyun heard this, he stood there in a daze, motionless. After a long while, his eyes turned slightly with a gaze that was sharp as ice knives said: “Xian’s Wood Residence?”

As part of the present age’s ten great families, Xian’s Wood Residence—these three words, how could he not have heard of it before?