Chapter 441: Surviving a Disaster 14

The sharp dagger sliced through muscle, cutting open the skin and flesh. How could it not hurt without any anesthesia?

Su Luo clearly saw a fine layer of sweat beading on Nangong Liuyun's forehead, his complexion appearing even paler—pale as paper, devoid of all color.

His messy long hair was soaked with sweat, draped over his broad shoulders.

Yet, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, appearing as if he were calm and unconcerned, as if he were carefree.

He gazed at her without blinking, so gently, so dotingly, so intoxicatingly.

Su Luo's gaze collided with his, and her heart skipped a beat. She instantly turned away and continued the work in her hands.

Looking at that scarred skin, a flash of Killing Intent crossed Su Luo's eyes.

"What happened last night?" Su Luo asked for the third time.

Nangong Liuyun had avoided the question the previous times, but now, to distract him, Su Luo brought it up again.

Because when she sprinkled the blood coagulation pill powder on later, that would be true pain.

A trace of playfulness flashed across Nangong Liuyun's enchanting face, and he wore an extremely wicked smile: "Rest assured, if this king's body is to be ruined, it will be ruined at the hands of Girl Luo. How could I give it to anyone else?"

What kind of talk was that? It made it sound as if she were a ruthless destroyer of flowers!

Su Luo glared at him irritably: "Then how did you manage to escape?"

How formidable were the mechanisms in the Purple Fish Palace? Since he had been locked inside the Joyous Union Chamber, it was almost impossible to walk out unscathed.

Recalling the scene at that time, Nangong Liuyun's enchanting eyes sank slightly, but his face was still filled with an extremely wicked smile: "At that time, I was determined to keep my chaste body to offer to my little Luo Luo. How could I not have made it out?"

"Then why are you injured like this?"

Su Luo's dagger swept across, cutting away another piece of rotting flesh. Nangong Liuyun didn't even frown; his face still held that pale smile as he slowly said: "Fighting, of course. In that Joyous Union Chamber, besides mating, there is a second option. It's actually quite humane."

His words were gentle, and his smile was wicked and enchanting, but the sweat on his forehead condensed into beads and rolled down one by one.

Su Luo's nose tingled. She turned her face away, pretending not to see, and sped up her hand movements while continuing to prompt him to talk: "How is it humane?"

"Well, simply put, it's fighting against yourself." Nangong Liuyun's hazy eyes were a bit dizzy, but he was still smiling, his smile pale and weak.

"How do you fight yourself?" Su Luo glanced at him and then focused back on her work.

Nangong Liuyun thought for a moment and slowly said: "It's very strange inside. It will simulate another version of yourself, and this person, regardless of spiritual power, Moves, or thinking, is in the most perfect Peak state. Pretty impressive, right?"

To think such a bizarre thing existed? It could simulate like that? Was this ancient times or ultra-modern? Su Luo was instantly dumbfounded.

"Since that's the case, how could you win?" Su Luo paused, then crushed the blood coagulation pill into powder and sprinkled it onto his wound, where blood was gushing out.

The wound immediately emitted a "chi chi chi" sound, similar to the effect of splashing sulfuric acid.

Nangong Liuyun's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He took a deep breath, forcibly ignoring the heart-piercing pain, his smile gentle yet enchanting: "Don't you know… who this king is… how… could I… possibly… lose…"

To fight against the most perfect version of oneself, if one didn't risk one's life, how could one ever make it out?