"What am I thinking?"
Chen Xuan stopped teasing her and took a step back.
At that mont, Yao’Er felt the pressure lessen significantly and let out a slight sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan smiled faintly.
"Seems this woman is still afraid, after all, she is a woman."
Having a weakness makes things much easier.
Otherwise, with the National Preceptor backing her, Chen Xuan would indeed be in a dilemma.
Killing her... that’s definitely not an option.
If the National Preceptor, this old monster, went wild, truly no one could protect him; she was right about that.
But this woman is quite terrifying.
Even he nearly fell for it; if not for the Profound Yellow Tower automatically protecting and waking him, it would have been a big joke.
Can’t kill her... but definitely can’t let her go just like that.
He’s revealed the Rule of Space in front of her, if that gets out, trouble will follow, and... danger!
"I’ll give you two choices."
Chen Xuan said calmly.
Yao’Er didn’t speak, just waited quietly for him to continue.
"One, I’ll take you by force, you’ll be my woman."
"Dream on!"
As soon as the words fell, Yao’Er said coldly, her expression wishing she could devour him.
To beco his woman?
Not even considering what kind of person he is!
"No, no..."
Chen Xuan wasn’t angry; instead, he smiled and shook his finger, "No need to dream, and you didn’t hear clearly, it’s I’ll take you by force, I’m the active one, you’re passive!"
"Just letting you choose, you... don’t have the right to refuse."
"It’s that simple!"
After saying this, he spread his hands and smilingly looked at her.
Yet in Yao’Er’s eyes, this smile was as nauseating as could be.
It even made her sick.
But given her current situation... it was unwise to anger him, so she coldly asked, "What about the other?"
"Is being my woman so bad?"
Chen Xuan didn’t answer her but asked instead.
He is now at least a king of a mansion, his apparent strength is Dao Realm level five, Daoist Rank Spirit Cultivator, even at this standard, he’s among the elite in the Imperial City, right?
Does she look down on him like this?
"I like won, why don’t you cut that off?"
Yao’Er’s gaze involuntarily moved to where his little brother was, her eyes showing ridicule for the first ti.
Hearing this, Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow, "In your dreams!"
Using her thod against her, silencing Yao’Er, unable to speak.
She simply turned her head, not looking at him; the more she looked, the angrier she felt.
"Hmph!"
Chen Xuan snorted coldly; he could talk her to death.
"The second condition..."
Upon hearing this, Yao’Er turned her head to look at him.
"Compliantly let control you, just behave obediently afterward."
"What?"
Yao’Er widened her eyes, "You want to control ? Hahaha..."
"Is that so funny?"
Chen Xuan’s expression turned cold; he should have taught this woman well before now, even as a prisoner, so arrogant!
"Very funny!"
Yao’Er paused, "I’m a Daoist Rank level five, how will you control ? Do you have that capability?"
"Hehe!"
Chen Xuan chuckled, then uttered two words, "Soul seed!"
Yao’Er’s face changed abruptly.
"Bold, you dare collude with the Demon Race; you’re courting death!"
Her expression instantly beca agitated, her stare chilling.
The sudden change even left Chen Xuan a bit taken aback, but he quickly understood.
It should be sowhat similar to Qin Ke’s situation, even worse.
And... Just by ntioning the words "soul seed," she determined he was colluding with the Demon Race?
However....
A crisp "slap!" echoed in the room.
A deep five-finger imprint appeared on Yao’Er’s left cheek, swelling instantly.
"Have you cald down?"
Chen Xuan looked at her coldly.
Forget your current situation, right?
So agitated, huh?
Really ignorant of how high the sky is!
But the influence of Great Yu on these people truly frightened him; even soone like her, at Daoist Rank level five, is so deeply affected.
So terrifyingly impressive!
"You...!"
Yao’Er bit her silver teeth in anger, glaring at him, but the burning pain on her cheek forced her to calm down; further angering him brought her no benefit.
"Hmph!"
Chen Xuan gave her a glance and said coldly, "Just knowing soul seed doesn’t an collusion with the Demon Race, like a dog’s brain!"
"Even within the Demon Race, only a very few possess soul seeds, and it is a closely guarded secret; isn’t it ridiculous for you to say this?"
Despite the constant reminder in her mind not to contradict him, she couldn’t help but speak.
"Forget it, reasoning with your brain is pointless."
Chen Xuan was too lazy to waste words with her, directly extending two fingers, "Two choices!"
"What if I refuse?"
Yao’Er coldly asked.
Neither of the two choices was acceptable.
"Die!"
A simple word, but Chen Xuan’s expression changed, emitting strands of murderous intent.
"Don’t think having the National Preceptor as your backing ans I won’t dare touch you. Refuse, then die!"
"Try it!"
The killing intent, tone, and his attitude made Yao’Er fully understand; he was definitely not joking.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.
Yao’Er fell silent, while Chen Xuan awaited her choice.
After a long ti, impatience crept in for Chen Xuan.
He stretched out a hand, slowly approaching her.
"What...What are you going to do?"
Yao’Er’s pupils contracted abruptly, imagining unbearable scenes, "No, no... I choose the second!"
Seeing Chen Xuan’s hand getting closer, she finally couldn’t withstand it; with eyes shut tight, she scread aloud.
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