Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181 – Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort (2)

However, before Nangong Liuyun could take a step forward, the body of that iron tower-like strong man hanging in suspension, suddenly——

“Bang——” sounded, the golden metallic scales on his body tumbled down all over the ground.

Afterwards, his body that was roasted rare and tender like a fried chicken, suddenly became dry and stiffened at a speed the naked eye could follow. Afterwards, it looked like a mummy that had been dried for many years....

“Wait!” Su Luo grabbed Nangong Liuyun and pulled him to a stop, “You can’t go!”

What just happened on the fighting stage, really alarmed a person’s heart and made them jump.

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes narrowed slightly, but when he looked down at Su Luo, his eyes were pitch-black and calm, full of smiles: “What’s wrong? Why is it that you can’t be parted from me for even a moment?”

Su Luo unhappily rolled her eyes at him: “That scene from just now, don’t tell me you didn’t see it. Don’t tell me you aren’t afraid of dying?”

Nangong Liuyun patted her slender, curved shoulder: “No matter, believe in me okay?”

“Out of the question!” Su Luo’s tone was unprecedentedly firm, “You can’t go, I can’t let you go take the risk.”

“Luo Luo, that is the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort.” Nangong Liuyun good-temperedly rubbed her head and said in a patiently guiding manner, “Once I get the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort, your illness will be cured. Be obedient.”

Nangong Liuyun tenderly pried open Su Luo’s fingers, one by one.

“Who can testify that the box contains the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort? What if it is to deceive you?” Su Luo firmly pulled Nangong Liuyun to a stop by his sleeves. Her eyes were unprecedentedly serious.

Watching helplessly as the iron tower-like strong man’s body got air-dried into a mummy right before her eyes. How could Su Luo feel assured enough to let Nangong Liuyun go? The passing of time on that fighting stage clearly was not the same as a normal time period.

Just at this time a laughing voice came faintly from the sky.

“Loathsome girl, this master of the palace hall will testify that inside that box is the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort that can cure your illness.” Don’t know when the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls had appeared.

The him right now didn’t appear as an enormous face, rather, he appeared in his human form.

Right now, he was dressed in a black robe from head to toe, the corner of the spacious robe hung down to the ground, twisting and turning.

He had both hands crossed behind his back, and stood there looking at Su Luo, full of smiles.

That smiling expression clearly seemed crafty from Su Luo’s point of view, deceitful and treacherous.

“You can’t go!’ Su Luo firmly pulled Nangong Liuyun to a stop, “I have a premonition, that all the nine challenges added together from before, is not as dangerous as what’s on that fighting stage.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

How could Nangong Liuyun not know, in fact, as a tenth-ranked expert, his perception for danger was very sharp. He could clearly sense that mysterious and strange aura on that fighting stage.

The master of Nine Palace Halls’s eyebrow pricked up, with a smile that was not quite a smile, he said: “There is only that one stalk of Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort ah. Naturally it is you guys’ reward. Since you guys don’t want it...then might as well destroy it.”

He said it as if it’s no big deal, his expression was like light clouds with gentle wind, as if what would be destroyed was only a stalk of carrot.

Nangong Liuyun smiled faintly: “Wait.”

“What, you really want to go in?” The Nine Different Palace Halls’ master smilingly looked at Nangong Liuyun. A brilliant light flashed through his pair of small eyes, seemingly very mysterious.

Nangong Liuyun’s head nodded slightly: “Why not?”

“Aren’t you afraid of time passing like water, getting old in a flash and becoming dried-up bones?” The Nine Different Palace Halls’ master, with a ghost of a smile, lifted an eyebrow provokingly. His chin lifted up, calm and composed.

Nangong Liuyun’s pitch-black as ink eyes were so deep that you couldn’t see the bottom. He smiled enigmatically, turned around and directly walked towards that fighting stage.

“Nangong Liuyun, I order you to stand still!” Su Luo anxiously yelled out loud.