The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

"I'm here!"

(Force majeure, indescribable.)

Although it was not the first time that Long Xiaoyu saw this shocking scene, her pretty face still showed envy.

Especially the shadow of the dragon, she looked at it very attentively, her eyes flashing with desire, imagining that she would be able to leap over the dragon gate and become a real dragon, soaring in the sky, calling the wind and rain.

Zhou Guoguo, who was lying on the ground, felt a slight shock and woke up from her coma.

After she slowly got up and saw the scene in front of her, a red cloud floated on her face, like the peach blossoms in March.

She thought to herself: her master has a new love again, and she will have another sister in the future.

····One day and one night passed.

Ye Linglong's injuries were completely healed, and she fell into a sweet sleep, with a blush on her face like the sunset.

Qin Shou gently stretched out his hand and stroked her face twice, feeling deeply moved: Thanks to the dual effects of the elixir and the sacred body of the medicine spirit!

If it were someone else, facing the injuries caused by the devil, it would be extremely difficult to heal. If you are not careful, you may have a lifetime of illness!

On the other side, Zhao Rou also woke up from her coma.

She sat up with difficulty, and felt as if her head was hit by a heavy hammer, the pain was unbearable, and her memory was blurred.

Suddenly, she felt a chill in her body, and was surprised to find that her clothes had changed into a brand new white dress.

At the same time, she felt a strange feeling in her body, and the previous feeling of closure disappeared without a trace, becoming much more transparent and comfortable.

She hurriedly lifted her sleeves and reached out to touch her forearm. The original red dot had disappeared.

She immediately understood what had happened.

"Who is it? You took advantage of me to touch me!"

Zhao Rou raised her head suddenly and habitually scolded.

I saw several beauties appearing in front of me, each with different looks.

Some were cute and lovely, some were charming and moving, completely different from ordinary women.

At the same time, there was a man in white clothes like snow, who looked extremely handsome.

I saw that he was tall and straight, like a jade tree in the wind.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if everything in the world could be easily seen through by these eyes.

"Qin Shou, what did you do to me!"

Zhao Rou asked knowingly, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her beautiful eyes were full of shame and anger.

The main reason was that she still found it hard to imagine that she lost her first time so easily, just like eating and drinking water, without any special feeling.

It was completely different from what was recorded in the book.

"I did what you always wanted to do!"

Qin Shou raised his lips, walked slowly to Zhao Rou with an unruly smile.

Every step he took seemed like a leisurely stroll, but with an invisible pressure, his clothes fluttering, as if an immortal had come to the world.

Zhao Rou gritted her teeth, her face gloomy. Such reckless behavior without her consent was simply a blatant provocation to the imperial power and a wanton trampling on her majesty!

She suddenly stood up, her delicate body trembling, her jade hands raised high, and pretended to slap her hard.

"Want to hit me?"

Qin Shou's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted violently. In an instant, a majestic spiritual power surged out, shaking like a raging wave, and directly shook Zhao Rou's weak body several feet away, and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Rou fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her brain, which was originally a little confused, finally gradually recalled everything before she fell into a coma.

It was her. She was the one who begged Qin Shou to save her life!

She sat on the ground with her beautiful eyes, looking around. She saw an endless green grassland in front of her. The breeze blew and the green grass undulated like waves. It was a completely unfamiliar place.

Zhao Rou knew in her heart that the Wuwei State Master had been dealt with by Qin Shou.

She has never been a person who breaks his promise. Since Qin Shou has fulfilled his promise, she should keep his promise.

So, she slowly lowered her once extremely proud head and whispered: "Qin Shou, I belong to you. Everything I have, including my thousands of miles of land, belongs to you!"

Qin Shou looked at Zhao Rou's submissive attitude, but his heart was like a mirror. He knew that Zhao Rou's heart was probably not really convinced yet, and he must completely convince her.

"Zhao Rou, did you just call me by my name?"

Qin Shou suddenly attacked, his tone became extremely solemn, and the pressure around him was like an invisible giant net, quietly released.

As a mortal body, Zhao Rou felt like a heavy hammer hitting her.

From her chest, she spat out another mouthful of blood. "I was wrong, Master Qin!"

She hastily added the honorific she thought was appropriate.

"Is it so strange? Just calling me Master?"

Qin Shou did not give up, and continued to press on, approaching Zhao Rou step by step.

The pressure became heavier, and this time it turned into countless slender silver needles, ruthlessly piercing her exposed delicate skin.

"Qin Guoshi!" Zhao Rou changed her words again, "Wuwei is dead, I specially grant you the title of Guoshi of my Great Qin Empire!"

"Haha!" Qin Shou grinned coldly, "Do you think I am such a power-hungry person? A mere position of Guoshi can satisfy me?"

Zhao Rou thought that Qin Shou coveted her throne, and immediately became angry, "Qin Shou, don't push your luck, I will never give you my throne!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you think too much, the throne, I really don't look down on it!" Qin Shou shook his head helplessly.

"Then what do you want?"

Zhao Rou looked confused, and really didn't understand what Qin Shou wanted in his heart.

As an emperor, what he can give is nothing but wealth and power!

Except...

She suddenly seemed to have guessed Qin Shou's thoughts.

"I will never become your concubine!"

"Hahaha, what are you thinking about!" Qin Shou laughed again.

Zhao Rou listened to Qin Shou's laughter and thought to herself: Did I think wrong?

Could it be that Qin Shou didn't care about these things at all?

Could he be a good person?

Just as she was thinking this, Qin Shou's laughter suddenly stopped, and he said in a sharp tone like an ice blade: "Zhao Rou, I want you to be my slave! Serve me for the rest of your life, and obey me for the rest of your life!"

"Beast!"

Even if Zhao Rou was determined, she would become a slave, and her eyes were slightly red, and she cursed angrily.

"You have such a hot temper! You dare to insult me!" Qin Shou gently hooked his finger, and Zhao Rou's neck seemed to be firmly restrained by an invisible big hand, and she flew straight in front of Qin Shou.