Chapter 781: Han ...

The space for storing things is very evil. Even if you strip him and look for it, you can't find it. When you want to take something, it must be the emperor himself.
Ning Xuemo knew that there should be a lot of things in Dizun's space, otherwise he would not be able to change things at any time.
What she didn't expect was that Emperor Zun even took the bedding at any time ...
No wonder he can go wherever he goes, it's so convenient to have this space for things!
She lay flat there, beside that high deity, making Ning Xuemo feel a dream.
Before going to bed, she was still guarding him in the icy shell, and she was afraid and anxious in her heart.
Emperor Zun now woke up and lay beside her. Even if they did not speak, her heart was strangely quiet.
There is a quiet peace between heaven and earth.
They could hear each other's breath, and they could hold each other's hand when they reached out to each other, so that she felt safe.
"Having a nightmare just now?" I didn't know how long after that, Emperor Zun broke the silence and started speaking.
Ning Xuemo shook his head and shook his head: "No?"
"You called Xueyi Lan just now." Emperor Zun's voice was unshakable.
He wasn't jealous at this time. He knew exactly how this girl hated Xue Yilan.
He can only be scared when he screams in a dream ...
Ning Xuemo thought for a while, she never remembered the dream, but this time it was blank and she could not remember anything.
She shook her head: "I forgot ... I never remember my dreams."
Dizun's eyes were a little deeper: "Can't you remember a dream you dreamed of?"
"Yeah, I can't remember, I forget when I wake up." Ning Xuemo answered carelessly. She's been like this since she was little, and she's used to it.
Emperor Zun no longer spoke, but her hands clasped her veins.
Most people can't remember dreaming is normal, but occasionally remember a few.
It's rare to be able to remember one like Ning Xuemo.
Could there be something wrong with her soul?
The moment he caught her wrist, he suddenly remembered that he had lost his skill now, and had no power to detect the soul ...
Her wrists were thin and smooth, and Emperor Zun wanted to withdraw her hands, but at this time did not want to withdraw them. She just held her and didn't talk anymore.
At first, Ning Xuemo thought he had diagnosed his own veins, and although he had physical contact with him, although he was still a little strange, he still let him clasp him honestly.
Later, after seeing him go through his pulse door, he did not leave, but instead held her hand and did not speak.
His palms were dry and warm, apparently the temperature of a normal person, but Ning Xuemo felt a little hot for no reason, causing her to heat for no reason.
She wanted to withdraw, but Emperor Zun held her hand tightly. He did not let go and she could not withdraw.
Forget it, just shake your hand, she doesn't need to care.
Although she felt that way, she was still a little nervous in the end, and there was a little peace between the two.
Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly and looked up at the starry sky, so that Liangchen always made her heart soft.
"Emperor ..." she said, trying to break the silence.
"You still call me Emperor?" Emperor asked her. The light of the eyes is slightly shining, and the picturesque eyebrows are as beautiful as the heavens under the stars.
Ning Xue Mo paused for a while, knowing that she could no longer escape: "Han ... Cold God ..." Since the other party insisted on revealing this identity, it was useless to escape.