Ning Xuemo's waist twisted, and her body swayed like a butterfly. In an instant, she had found balance. She was about to stand firm again, but her wrist suddenly tightened, and she staggered again and finally took a big step forward. This step almost penetrated into the Emperor's wide white robe...

She hurriedly stood up with a stake. At this moment, she was less than ten centimeters away from the Emperor, and only the closest person could maintain this distance.

So Ning Xuemo's mind made a big alarm!

Could it be that this emperor who looks at a level of god and is not as good as the world's fireworks is actually a vulgar boy?!

This Emperor is really not ordinary noble. He even had a brocade handkerchief on his wrist. Should he be so pretentious?

She looked calmly at the Emperor's hand holding her wrist. The hand was perfectly shaped, with long and smooth knuckles, like ivory carvings. But it was also cold as iron. Although it was separated by a snow-white handkerchief, the chill also penetrated along her wrist like an ice line, extending upwards, and rushing towards her heart!

Wherever you pass, your blood seems to be frozen inch by inch.

Damn, he wouldn't have killed her just because of this, right?

Naturally, she didn't dare to let the cold wave in his hands directly invade her heart! Otherwise, her heart would have stopped working!

Ning Xuemo subconsciously mobilized the internal force in his body to compete with the ice line that suddenly drilled in.

Unexpectedly, her internal force just collided with the invisible ice line, and the ice line disappeared without a trace in an instant. Ning Xuemo was shaken and almost injured by his internal force.

Fortunately, she was smart enough to react. When she saw something was wrong, she immediately rushed the internal force to the place where the ice line was invaded, and the bloodline there was re-

To outsiders, the Emperor and Ning Xuemo were very close. The Emperor held Ning Xuemo's wrist. Ning Xuemo almost lay on the Emperor, but stood in a strange posture, looking very close.

Who would have thought that these two people had actually fought for a round, and Ning Xuemo even gotten away at the gate of hell and almost died.

"You are a waste of your mind." This time the Emperor made greater progress and actually said six words.

Ning Xuemo rolled her eyes secretly, Grandpa, can we not pick up any pot without opening it?

"But there is another kind of power in your body. What is that?" Emperor continued to ask, and the words he said were more. His breath was extremely cold, and when he spoke, it seemed that there was an ice flowing around Ning Xuemo.

This guy's body is so cold, why is his bloodline not frozen? It's really strange!

He was too close to him, and the coldness was even more overwhelming. Ning Xuemo resisted the trembling desire and replied: "It is the power cultivated by Xuemo, you can call it internal force."

"Internal power?" Emperor repeated a gentle sentence, his tone of unknown meaning.

Mu Ran relaxed his hand, and Ning Xuemo's wrist finally gained freedom. She immediately took a step back: "Yes, internal power. This is how the folk girl calls it."

“How did you learn it?”

"Tianshu." Ning Xuemo pushed the credit to God again. God would not expose her anyway, so this is really a omnipotent reason.

Emperor: "…"

He looked into her eyes: "You are lying!"

"I dare not." Ning Xuemo's eyes were full of sincerity: "It's really the kung fu that Xuemo brought when he came." It doesn't count her lying. Cultivating internal strength is indeed the kung fu in her own world...

The two sat and stood there. Ning Xuemo looked at the Emperor and suddenly felt that this posture was actually quite beneficial to him, at least he was condescending...
Chapter completed!