Ximena snorted coldly.

"Shadow!" she cried.

"Coming."

The shadow immediately floated over and transformed into a recliner.

Ximena smoothed her long pink hair, sat down quietly, and crossed her round and straight legs.

"Pinch your shoulders!" She looked at Nance who was walking indifferently, without showing much emotion on her face. "Be careful, otherwise you won't blame me for being ruthless to you."

"clear!"

It's a pity that I can't pinch my feet.

But pinching the shoulders is also a completely new experience, and it’s not a loss.

Nance walked quickly behind Ximena, stretched out his hands to peel off her hanging hair, and whispered: "I'm going to start."

"Um!"

Ximena nodded slightly.

Nance put his hands on both sides of her neck and applied gentle pressure.

Through the dim light underground, he could still clearly see the outline of the Queen's shoulders, and even through the thin black skirt, he could feel the smoothness of the Queen's skin.

Her head tilted forward slightly, and what appeared in front of Nance's eyes was the white, soft and elastic nape of her neck.

Those round and beautiful shoulders are vaguely visible under the fabric.

Ximena gasped quietly for a few times.

There was a low sound of "um" in her throat, which was very clear in the silence. She could hear it herself, and she couldn't help but feel a little hot. Probably to get rid of this strange feeling, she asked softly: "Where is your report?"

"How strong is this?" Nance asked another question.

Due to the light problem, he could barely see the outline of the queen's body.

The Demon Queen's beautiful figure is revealed from under the black skirt. The smooth touch of her hand is enough to appreciate the gracefulness of her body.

"Just average..."

Ximena gasped.

Those beautiful eyes were slightly squinted, and there was an imperceptible look of satisfaction in them.

She was panting and still crying... Belial's eyes widened, thinking that Ximena was still as arrogant as ever.

The force on Nance's hand gradually slowed down, and the massage turned into a light touch.

"Hurry up and get down to business!" Ximena noticed his little movements and her voice was terrifyingly cold.

Nance's heart skipped a beat, and he resisted the temptation to continue stroking her gently, and asked in a low voice, "I have a question."

"ask!"

"Beryl said just now that Li Qinglian has Checia's genes. Is it true?"

"Since she said she had it, she must have it."

"So, is she Li Qinglian or Checia?" Nance asked doubtfully.

Ximena leaned against the shadow, her voice noble and lazy: "Those who die are dead, and their consciousness cannot come back. The little snake you know is just a little snake with the inheritance of Cecilia, not Cecilia."

"Okay, got it!" Nance nodded.

The tip of my nose smelled the fragrance emanating from her long pink and white hair, and a faint sense of satisfaction spread in my heart.

"Is there anything else?" Ximena asked.

If there was nothing else, she planned to leave.

This bastard's hands were randomly touching her shoulders, and she felt strangely uncomfortable.

"Oh, there's more!" Nance was reluctant to let her leave so quickly. He quickly pointed at the girl pretending to be dead on the cross behind and asked: "Over there, that four-winged fallen angel! How to deal with her?"

Ximena glanced over there and said lightly: "You handle it yourself."

"Well, I want to handle it myself, but it feels a bit tricky..." Nance hesitated a little, carefully looking at the queen's flawless profile: "I doubt her inheritance, now it is in a nun I know..."

"oh?"

Ximena's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Nance's scalp instantly felt numb.

He thought it was okay if the Queen was directly angry, but the Queen's unclear expression was truly terrifying.

"Uh, ahem, I don't want to kill her..." Nance shuddered, then he hesitated before speaking, "But I'm afraid that her current will will turn against the guest and swallow up the will of the nun I know.

"

Ximena turned her head, stared at him, and said in a serious tone: "It's not impossible!"

"What will be the consequences?" Nance asked in a low voice.

"Only one can stay."

"What exactly?"

"She is now just a ray of consciousness based on body memory, and cannot be considered a complete body." Ximena glanced at the cross and said meaningfully: "In order to make herself complete again, she

She will be driven by instinct to approach and devour the descendants who accept her inheritance."

"That's it..."

Nance fiddled with the queen's hair with his hands, feeling helpless.

There was no way he would let this girl swallow up Sister Lena's will, so he could only ask her to disappear.

As a demon queen with an extraordinary brain, Ximena could see what Nance was thinking at a glance, and said indifferently: "This is not a bad thing. After all, she is also a four-winged fallen angel, so she is very strong.

Help. Let her become a complete body, which will be more beneficial to you."

"ha……"

Nance smiled sarcastically.

"Could it be that you care more about that nun?" Ximena narrowed her eyes.

"Well, I can't say that, it's just..." Nance hesitated, sweating on his forehead.

Ximena's face turned cold: "You are so brave!"

"Eh? I didn't!" Nance pretended to be stupid and squeezed her shoulders again with his hands. "In my heart, I always put the Queen first in everything, and I will never have second thoughts!"

Ximena took a deep breath, not acting like a little woman.

But as Nance squeezed her shoulders a few times, an electric current shot up from her tailbone, and her body still trembled inadvertently. Her thoughts were flowing quickly in a short period of time, and after a while, she said calmly:

"Since everything is centered around me, then you will listen to whatever I say?"

"...This is natural."

"Do whatever I want you to do?"

"……certainly."

"Including making this four-winged fallen angel perfect?"

"..."

Nance paused on his hands.

A lot of sweat oozed from the palms of his hands, and the slight trembling had already been transmitted to the Queen's careful feeling through the contact of his skin.

"Is there a second way?" he asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Ximena's eyebrows were cold and her tone was without any warmth: "Do you want to raise a woman?"

"...How should I put it? This is not called raising a woman." Nance was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "I just..."

"Shut up!"

Ximena interrupted him coldly.

Nance had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

He must be feeling unhappy in his heart, but it's hard to express it.

Ximena suddenly turned around, winked at him, and said a very meaningful sentence with a soft expression: "Nance, do you know where my bottom line is?"

"I don't know." Nance shook his head.

"You will know the day you die." As she spoke, Ximena smiled again, "Are you scared? Well, this is actually an unfair game of chess. You can only observe it from the perspective of the chess pieces.

Things are indeed unfair to you... Uh, okay, I need to say sorry to you..."

Nance, who was already a little aggrieved, felt a sense of machismo in his heart for no reason.

He pressed his hands down, pressing the round and slender shoulders: "When I win this game, you must say 'I'm sorry' a hundred times loudly to me. As for me, depending on my mood, I will not forgive you, I will not forgive you."

Just keep shouting at me until I forgive you!"
To be continued...