Ye Yaorao said this with a firm and powerful momentum. Her eyes were filled with terrifying light, and her ink hair danced again. Even the wind and snow all over the sky seemed to be infected and the flying became even more enthusiastic.

Murong Ningyue looked at Ye Yaorao's domineering look, and the passion in her heart was also aroused, and she laughed loudly: "Haha, I want it to rain and it will rain, and it will be sunny this day, but I want it to be a little better than you!"

Ye Yaorao frowned slightly when she heard this, and said in confusion: "Why is this? You are only the peak of the spiritual master now. You must know that even the spiritual emperor may not be able to use this skill. Even if you may surpass me in the future, it is too early to say it now."

Murong Ningyue smiled lightly and said in a tone that was more domineering than Ye Yaorao: "No matter how powerful you are, you are still my lady. Even if you become a spiritual god one day, you will still be my lady's. No matter what, I will be a little better than you!"

Ye Yaorao laughed silently: "Is this a public confession for my wife?!"

Murong Ningyue chuckled, "This is called declaring sovereignty! Haha!" After that, Murong Ningyue ran towards the mountain.

Ye Yaorao saw Murong Ningyue's joy, and she showed a doting look on her face and slowly followed.

Murong Ningyue came to the mountain bag. At this time, the entire mountain was covered with snow, which reminded her of the ice cream from her previous life. Murong Ningyue couldn't help but feel a sweet feeling in her heart.

"Let's build a snowman!" Murong Ningyue suddenly shouted. She remembered the snowman she saw on the roadside in her previous life. But at that time she was still a powerful killer. How could she play with such a childish thing? But now she suddenly became interested.

Ye Yaorao was stunned for a moment when she heard this. What is a snowman? No one in this world seems to have ever piled up something like a snowman. After listening to Murong Ningyue's explanation, Ye Yaorao's face darkened again.

He is the Emperor Ye Yaorao, who everyone respects. How could he do such a child's trick? It's just a self-destructive image. If this is spread, how can he survive in the future?

But he couldn't resist Murong Ningyue's persistent tugging, Ye Yaorao still reluctantly agreed: "I am just trying to help you. This kind of child trick should be for that girl Qingyun..."

"I know, I won't tell you, no one will know that you, the Emperor, are playing such a childish trick!" Murong Ningyue said to Ye Yaorao while starting to build a snowman.

Although Murong Ningyue had never built a snowman, she was already talented, and building a snowman was not a difficult task. After a while, she made the prototype of a snowman. Murong Ningyue looked at it for a moment and felt that something was missing.

So I found a few stones of different shapes from the ground, acting as the snowman's eyes, nose and mouth. The snowman was done, and when I looked closely, it felt a bit lifelike.

Murong Ningyue turned around in front of the snowman twice, and suddenly came to Ye Yaorao with one step and pulled down his crescent-colored robe. Ye Yaorao did not stop Murong Ningyue from doing this, but just watched quietly at what she was going to do.

Murong Ningyue took off the robe and criticized it on the snowman. Then she looked at the snowman while looking at Ye Yaorao, then clapped her hands and smiled, "Haha, the task is done, this snowman is you Ye Yaorao. Does it look very similar?"
Chapter completed!