Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 110: Intention of Emperor Zun

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Ning Xuemo twisted her waist stiffly, her body swayed like a butterfly, and she found balance in a moment. She was about to stand still again, her wrist tightened suddenly, and she struck again. A big step, this step 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 person.

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 you pretend to be so aggressive?

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 snow-white handkerchief, the chill also penetrated along her wrist like an ice line, quickly stretched upwards, and rushed towards her heart!

Everywhere you go, your blood seems frozen.

Fuck, he won't kill her just because of this, right? !!

She dare not 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 sudden ice line.

I didn't expect that 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 her own internal force.

Fortunately, she was smart enough to react, and immediately saw the inner force 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. Go up very close.

Who would have thought that the two men had actually fought for a round, and Ning Xuemo even rolled off 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 mention which pot is not open?

"But you have another power in your body, what is it?" The Emperor continued to ask, saying more words. His breath was extremely cold, and when he was talking, there seemed to be a stream of ice circulating around Ning Xuemo.

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

Too close to him, the chill is even more overwhelming. 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, the meaning of which was unknown.

Mu Ran loosened his hands, and Ning Xuemo's wrist was finally free. She immediately took a step 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, which 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." It doesn't even count that she lied, the practice of inner strength is indeed her own world Kung Fu ...

Since 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 ...