After Beicang Ao's mood stabilized, he continued to ask: "The immortal cultivator never appeared two hundred years after the apocalypse. Unexpectedly, another one was finally born."
The look in Mo Xue's eyes couldn't help but change. He was no longer as arrogant as before and had become much more restrained.
"Although you are a woman, you are also a member of my Apocalypse Empire, and you are also the queen of the generals. It was great to see your extraordinary skills in the arena that day."
Beicang Ao's incoherent words made a flash of surprise appear on Mo Xue's face, wondering what the emperor was going to say.
"You are willing to be my future queen of Tianqi."
"Queen?" Mo Xue was startled, obviously a little tempted by the appearance of these two words.
Beicang Ao nodded slightly and hummed: "My two most lustful sons, one is the third prince Bei Yaochen, known as the God of War, and the other is the eldest prince Bei Wuyi, who is both wise and resourceful. Whoever is the emperor, you will
For the future."
Mo Xue remained silent, thinking about what the emperor had planned.
What is the queen of generals, what is extraordinary, what is queen, everything is a stepping stone, the last sentence is the key point.
What he was interested in was his physique as an immortal cultivator, a future god-level warrior, so he naturally used this huge temptation to seduce her.
"Your Majesty, the daughter of the common people is not talented, and she has no regard for the world of her mother. She has forgotten that the Emperor has taken back his life."
Beicang Ao looked at Mo Xue's determined expression and knew that this woman could not come here through coercion or inducement.
The glorious scene in the arena still echoes in my mind.
He also knew that at this time, he could not force himself.
Bei Cangcang smiled proudly, came to Mo Xue calmly, and said with a smile: "Don't refuse too early, everything has a certain outcome?"
"The emperor is just threatening the women of the people with his words?" Mo Xue's face sank, and his tone became a little harder.
"You will become my daughter-in-law. I believe it won't take long." Beicang's proud and confident words made Mo Xue's chest choke.
For this emperor to say such a thing, he had obviously thought deeply about it.
Mo Xue's heart stirred, a strange light flashed in her eyes, and she said after a while: "Mo Xue just said that the queen is not my cup of tea. If the emperor forces it, Mo Xue doesn't know what the consequences will be, but there is no such thing in this world yet.
Who could threaten me?"
The tone was grand and calm, causing Beicang's arrogant and leisurely look to change slightly.