Chapter 110: The Emperor's Visit

Ning Xuemo twisted her waist stiffly, her body hovering like a butterfly, and she found balance in a moment, and was about to stand still again, her wrist tightened suddenly, and she struck again. At this step, I almost got into Dizun's large white robe ...
She was busy holding the stakes. At this moment, she was less than ten centimeters away from the Emperor, and this distance could only be maintained by the closest ones.
So the alarm bell in Ning Xuemo's head is a masterpiece!
Is this emperor who looks at the super fairy and super inedible fireworks actually a wretched boy control? !!
This emperor is really not ordinary, but she still has a Jinpa on her wrist. Should she be so pretentious?
She calmly looked at Emperor Zun's hand holding her wrist. The hand was perfect in shape, and the knuckles were long and shiny, like tooth carvings. But it was cold like iron, and though a white handkerchief was across, the chill also penetrated her wrist like a line of ice, quickly stretched upward, and rushed towards her heart!
Wherever he went, his blood seemed frozen.
Damn, he won't kill her just because of this, right? !!
Naturally she did not dare to let the cold current in his hand directly attack her heart! Otherwise, her heart should be stopped!
Ning Xuemo subconsciously mobilized the internal forces in her body to compete with the unexpectedly intruded ice line.
Unexpectedly, her internal force had just hit the invisible ice line, and the ice line disappeared instantly. Ning Xuemo was shaken a little, almost hurt by his own internal force.
Fortunately, she was smart enough to react, and immediately saw the internal force rushed to the place where the ice line had attacked, and reopened the blood there--
In the eyes of an outsider, Emperor Zun and Ning Xuemo are very close. Emperor Zun holds Ning Xuemo's wrist. Ning Xuemo almost lays on Emperor Zun, but stands in a weird posture, looking close very.
Who would have thought that the two had actually fought for a round, and Ning Xuemo had rolled over at the gate of the ghost and almost hung up.
"You are a waste of mental energy." This time the emperor made greater progress, and actually said six words.
Ning Xuemo secretly rolled his eyes. Grandpa, can we not open any pot?
"But you have another power in your body, what is that?" The Emperor continued to ask, saying more words. His breath was so cold that when he spoke, there seemed to be a stream of ice circulating around Ning Xuemo's body.
This guy is so cold, why isn't his bloodline frozen? It's really strange!
Too close to him, the chill was even more overwhelming, and Ning Xuemo resisted the snoring desire to answer: "It is the strength cultivated by Xuemo, you can call it internal force."
"Inner power?" Emperor Zun repeated it gently, meaning unknown.
Mu Ran loosened his hands, and Ning Xuemo's wrist was finally free, and she immediately stepped back: "Yeah, internal force. Min Nu calls it so."
"How did you learn it?"
"God granted." Ning Xuemo pushed the credit to God again. Anyway, God won't expose her, this is a omnipotent reason.
Emperor: "..."
He looked into her eyes: "You're lying!"
"Don't dare." Ning Xuemo's eyes were full of sincerity: "It's really the work that Xue Mo brought from the moment he came." This doesn't count as she lied, the practice of inner strength is indeed the work of her own world ...
As the two sat and stood, Ning Xuemo looked at the emperor, and suddenly felt that this posture was actually in his favor, at least it was condescending ...