Chapter 110 The Emperor's Intention

Ning Xuemo's waist twisted abruptly, and her body swayed and circled like a butterfly. In an instant, she had found her balance. Just as she was about to regain her stability, her wrists suddenly tightened. She stumbled again and finally took a big step forward. , this step almost got into the wide white robe of the emperor...

She hurriedly picked up the pile and stood still. At this moment, she was less than ten centimeters away from the emperor, and this distance could only be maintained by the closest people.

Therefore, the alarm bell in Ning Xuemo's mind was a big one!

Could it be that this Emperor Zun, who looks super immortal and super inhumane, is actually a wretched boy control? !

This Emperor Zun is really not ordinary, and there is still a brocade pad on her wrist, do you want to pretend to be so?

She calmly looked at Emperor Zun's hand that was holding her wrist. The hand was perfectly shaped, with slender and smooth knuckles, like an ivory carving. But it was also as cold as iron, even though there was a snow-white handkerchief across it, the chill was like an ice line penetrating along her wrist, and it quickly stretched upwards and rushed towards her heart!

Wherever he passed, his bloodline seemed to be frozen inch by inch.

Damn, he won't kill her just because of this, will he? !

Naturally, she did not dare to let the cold current in his hands directly attack her heart! Otherwise her heart should stop working!

Ning Xuemo subconsciously mobilized the inner strength in the body to fight against the ice line that suddenly got in.

Unexpectedly, her inner strength just collided with the invisible ice line, and the ice line disappeared in an instant. Ning Xuemo was shaken and almost injured by her own internal strength.

Fortunately, her reaction was also tactful. When she saw something wrong, she immediately rushed the internal force to the place where the ice line had invaded, and opened the blood vessels there again--

In the eyes of outsiders, Emperor Zun and Ning Xuemo are very close, Emperor Zun is holding Ning Xuemo's wrist, Ning Xuemo is almost lying on Emperor Zun's body, but standing in a strange posture, looks close very.

Who would have thought that the two had actually fought each other for a round, and Ning Xuemo even rolled around in the gate of hell and almost died.

"You are a waste of mind power." This time the emperor made even greater progress, and he actually said six words.

Ning Xuemo rolled his eyes secretly, Grandpa, can we not open the pot and lift it?

"But there is another kind of power in your body, what is that?" Emperor Zun continued to ask, and he said more words. His breath was extremely cold, and when he spoke, there seemed to be an ice stream circulating around Ning Xuemo.

This guy is so cold, how come his blood isn't frozen? It's really weird!

Being too close to him, the chill was overwhelming, Ning Xuemo resisted her shivering desire and replied, "It's the power that Xuemo cultivated, you can call it internal strength."

"Internal strength?" Emperor Zun repeated softly, with an unclear tone.

Mu Ran's hand loosened, and Ning Xuemo's wrist was finally free. She immediately took a step back: "Yeah, inner strength. That's how the people call it."

"How did you learn it?"

"God-given." Ning Xuemo gave the credit to God again. Anyway, God will not expose her, this is really a universal reason.

Emperor Zun: "..."

He looked her in the eyes: "You are lying!"

"Don't dare." Ning Xuemo's eyes were full of sincerity: "It's really the kung fu that Xuemo brought as soon as she came." It's not like she's lying, cultivating internal strength is indeed the kung fu of her own world...

The two sat and stood, Ning Xuemo looked at the emperor, and suddenly felt that this posture was actually very beneficial to him, at least it was condescending...