Chapter 887

Ning Xuemo thought that emperor Zun would carry herself directly back to his bedroom, so he sent her to his side hall.

It was a little unexpected, but a sigh of relief.

She has a special status now. She really sleeps with him all the time. She will be very uncomfortable.

She felt her body first. After all, she was too tired and still had some acerbity. Fortunately, she felt the same kind of acerbity after resting without excessive fatigue. It seems that the hot spring was very beneficial.

Sensing her mental power, she was surprised to find that the spirit root of fire was much thicker than before. It was only as big as a little finger, but now it is as long as the middle finger. It's estimated that if she practices for a few more days, she can upgrade it.

And the Magnolia root is luxuriant, green like emerald, looking at the past as long as two feet, it's very gratifying.

According to this momentum, if she practices for another ten days and eight days, she will be promoted to level three.

She finally got rid of the status of waste material and Ji Qie!

Hahaha, from now on, she will make her own way.

Ning Xuemo likes it in his heart. He can't help but dance on his bed. It's just a whirlwind, falling to the ground.

Looking at her dress, she was too sleepy this morning. She almost put it on with her eyes closed. She didn't look at the style, but now she saw that the dress was very simple, but it was very fit. It was soft and comfortable on her body. It was obviously an ancient version of pajamas.

After washing, she opened a closet in the room and found that there was a neat stack of new dresses in it. There were all kinds of colors: red, light blue, light pink Let Ning Xuemo be dizzy.

Is this what the great God prepared for her?

Snow Mo heart floating warm feeling, selected a set, dressed neatly, this just ran out of the temple.

She's hungry. She wants to find something to eat. By the way, she asks the God a little more. After all, he is his own master now. She should have some manners.

She had hardly gone out when she had a meal.

In the dusk, Jiuli, God, sat at a small table under a grape trellis in her yard.

There was tea and cake on the table. He was sitting there drinking tea. He didn't wear a mask. The wind raised the corner of his long hair robe, and he wanted to fly.

Seeing Ning Xuemo coming out, he looked up and down: "he looks good." Then he gestured to the opposite seat with his chin: "sit down."

Ning Xuemo sat down opposite him, thought of his injury and looked at his face. His face was not bad, his lips were red and his teeth were white. It seems that he has recovered completely in the past few days.

Ning Xuemo finally put her heart down. She looked at the cakes on the table. They were crystal clear and fragrant. Even in the heat.

No need to taste, just smell the smell, she will know that these cakes are her food, in line with their own taste

She looked at the God Jiuli on the opposite side. He was drinking tea and didn't want to eat cakes. It was obviously prepared for her.

Her heart is warm again: "this cake is good!" Speaking Kung Fu, she felt more hungry. She was about to take a piece with her hands raised. Shen Jiuli did not know where to find a white jade Xiao and put it on her wrist. Her hands could not fall down any more.

Rather snow Mo raises Mou to look at him incomprehensibly, don't let her eat?

"God nine Li light mouth:" this is the lottery, now can't eat

"What colour head?" Ning Xuemo is surprised.