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

But reality was just this ironic. They were openly and wantonly brash, but couldn’t block one move from Grandmaster Rong Yun.

Su Luo felt that the pain she imagined hadn’t come, and her tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Soon after, she was very much nicely surprised.

“Master!” Su Luo was extremely happy.

“You, this girl, causing trouble everywhere.” Grandmaster Rong Yun exasperatedly said and rubbed Su Luo’s head.

“It’s not like I asked these black-clothed people to come, I don’t have that kind of ability to have commander-ranked experts to chase and kill me.” Su Luo stuck out her tongue.

“Really?” In the night air, Grandmaster Rong Yun’s voice was faint with a somewhat unclear meaning.

Su Luo and her master exchanged several sentences, then their attention returned to Nangong Liuyun’s body.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was already sitting down with legs crossed, both eyes tightly closed, having entered the state of cultivation.

After cultivating for a while, Nangong Liuyun slowly opened his eyes.

He was just about to speak when Grandmaster Rong Yun waved his hand, indicating that now was not the time.

At this time, the little stone and that black-clothed person’s battle had gradually entered the end. In the end, it was still the little stone whose cultivation was stronger, and he had more experience. Finally, he used showing weakness to tempt the enemy. When the black-clothed person exposed a hole in his defense, he fiercely kicked the black-clothed person’s chest.

The black-clothed person’s body was kicked into the air, and that person looked around at the surrounding situation. She discovered that the four young companions that followed her, without exception, were all lying on the ground. She did her best to endure the blood rolling up, and did a flip in mid-air and turned to try disappear without a trace.

But how could Grandmaster Rong Yun let her escape?

That white light exploded from that white jadelike palm, as if the center of the palm had a strong attractive force.

A light beam appeared on the back of the black-clothed person, afterwards, she couldn’t control her own body and continuously moved in reverse.

If one could see her face, they would know now how panicked she was compared to her normal ice-cold zombie-like expression.

The black-clothed person was unwillingly sucked in by Grandmaster Rong Yun’s palm.

Grandmaster Rong Yun pinched her neck, another palm slapped over and all the spirit force on her body was completely obliterated. Soon after, Grandmaster Rong Yun tossed this feeble body to Su Luo, in a clear tone, he said: “Bring her to the side and interrogate her well.”

Su Luo looked at the other two black-clothed figures laying on the ground, and the corner of her mouth hooked into a smile. She very quickly lifted up that black-clothed woman and ran out.

She knew of Master’s interrogation skills.

To split these people and interrogate them separately, then compare the results, they would be able to tell which of the information from the interrogation was true or false.

At this time, Beichen Ying and Zi Yan also rushed over quickly. Grandmaster Rong Yun straightforwardly used them too. Lifted up the other two black-clothed people and let them interrogate.

Su Luo and the others arrived at a courtyard in the back, in passing, they tossed the black-clothed woman on the ground. With both hands at her hips, the corner of her lips lifted up into a mocking cold smile.

“Cough, cough, cough——” The black clothed woman coughed non-stop, as if she was about to cough up her lungs.

Now, her entire body’s cultivation was destroyed, she was better off dead. Her will to beg to live was very weak.

“Just be straightforward...kill...me...” The black-clothed woman leaned against a pillar and gasped for breath.

Before, in her eyes, Su Luo was merely an insignificant ninth-ranked antlike existence, that could be destroyed with a lift of her hand. But now, fortunes had changed and she was actually interrogating her. How could the proud and arrogant black-clothed woman endure this kind of insult?

Su Luo’s body leisurely squatted down, her gaze at the same level as the black-clothed woman.