He had just let go of her hand and was about to stand up.
Wu Changbing suddenly moved on the bed.
Her little hand clamped around his wrist with such force that his bones went numb.
Then cold surged from her palm and spread up his arm. In the blink of an eye, frost covered it from end to end.
"Who are you calling your little sister?"
Wu Changkong looked down at her and smiled. "Little sister, are you still half asleep?"
"Damned human!"
Wu Changbing waved her hand.
It felt as though a mountain had slammed into Wu Changkong's chest. He flew backward and struck the wall with his back.
He dropped to one knee. The small figure above the bed was already floating in midair, her hair stirring without wind, a terrifying cold pouring from her body.
He knew he could no longer keep up the act.
Wu Changkong rose and closed his right hand. The Heavenly Frost Sword took shape in his grip.
"You're the Ice Empress?"
"You know me?"
"One of the two emperors of the Far North. Of course I know you."
"I just never expected the mighty Ice Empress to bite the hand that fed her."
"Who are you calling ungrateful?" The Ice Empress's face turned icy. She clenched her right hand around empty air.
Wu Changkong felt his throat tighten, as if a huge hand had seized it. He was lifted into the air, his feet dangling above the floor.
"W-what do you want?"
"I want to kill you."
The Ice Empress was about to tighten her grip when a sharp pain exploded deep in her mind. Countless unfamiliar images flooded in.
And from the deepest reaches of her memory came a voice, repeating the same words over and over: *Don't hurt big