Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 110 Emperor Zun's Intention

Ning Xuemo's waist twisted abruptly, her body swayed and circled like a butterfly, she had found her balance in an instant, she was about to regain her footing when her wrist tightened suddenly, she staggered again, and finally took a big step forward , this step almost got into Emperor Zun's wide white robe...

She hurriedly stood still, at this moment she was less than ten centimeters away from the emperor, and only the closest people could keep this distance.

So Ning Xuemo's mind was ringing with alarm bells!

Could it be that the emperor, who looks super immortal and super non-human, is actually a wretched boy? !
This Emperor Zun is really not ordinary noble, there is even a brocade handkerchief on her wrist, do you want to be so pretentious?
She calmly looked at Emperor Zun's hand 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 through a snow-white handkerchief, the chill penetrated into her wrist like a line of ice, and quickly stretched upwards, rushing straight towards her heart!
Wherever it passes, the blood seems to be frozen inch by inch.

Damn, he wouldn't kill her just because of this, would he? !
Naturally, she didn't dare to let the cold current from his hands invade her heart directly!Otherwise her heart would stop working!

Ning Xuemo subconsciously mobilized the internal force in her body to contend with the ice line that suddenly penetrated.

Unexpectedly, just as her internal force collided with that invisible ice line, that ice line disappeared instantly.Ning Xuemo was shaken and almost hurt by her own internal force.

Fortunately, she reacted wittily enough, and when she saw something bad, she immediately rushed the internal force to the place that had been invaded by the ice line, and opened the blood there again——
In the eyes of outsiders, Emperor Zun and Ning Xuemo are very close, Emperor Zun holds Ning Xuemo's wrist, Ning Xuemo is almost lying on Emperor Zun, but stands in a strange posture, looking close very.

Who would have thought that these two had actually fought for a round, and Ning Xuemo even rolled in hell and almost died.

"You are a waste of mind power." Emperor Zun improved even more this time, and actually said six words.

Ning Xuemo rolled her eyes secretly, Grandpa, can we not leave any pot unopened and carry which pot?
"But there is another kind of power in your body, what is that?" Emperor Zun continued to ask, and said more words.His breath was extremely cold, as if an ice stream was circulating around Ning Xuemo's body when he was speaking.

This guy is so cold, why isn't his blood frozen?It's really strange!

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

"Inner strength?" Emperor Zun repeated lightly, with an unclear tone.

Mu Ran let go of his hand, and Ning Xuemo's wrist was finally free, and she immediately took a step back: "Yes, internal force. That's what folk girls call it."

"How did you learn it?"

"Heavenly gift." Ning Xuemo pushed the credit to God again.Anyway, God will not expose her, this is really a universal reason.

Emperor Zun: "..."

He looked into her eyes: "You're lying!"

"Don't dare." Ning Xuemo's eyes were full of sincerity: "It's the kung fu brought by Xuemo as soon as she came." It's not like she's lying, the cultivation of internal force 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 quite beneficial to him, at least it was condescending...

(End of this chapter)