Sword God: I confessed to the empress at the beginning

Chapter 3 Empress, Ice Ruthless
The Tianmo Sect has been established for tens of thousands of years.

But the rise is only a hundred years away.

The current helm is the Empress Bing Wuqing, the existence of the pinnacle of the Great Emperor.

It is because of her.

Only the Tianmo Sect can become the largest sect in Youzhou.

"Where's Xi'er?"

Tianxi Pavilion.

A beautiful woman appeared.

Girls.

look.

20 is old.

The delicate face is absolutely beautiful.

Sky blue gauze.

Body, wonderful.

goddess.

Cold type.

Like an ice goddess.

Wearing a phoenix crown.

Three thousand black silk fell on the waist, like the supreme concubine.

barefoot.

A pair of round, white long legs are straight and tender, and they are stepping out of the clouds step by step.

In her eyes, there was coldness and arrogance.

Raise your hands.

Revealed a trace of determination.

she was.

She is the supreme empress of the Tianmo Sect.

"This girl."

"Where did you go?"

Bing Wuqing searched the pavilion, but did not see Murong Xi, she couldn't help frowning, and at the same time blamed herself, for the sake of cultivation and sect affairs, she seldom took care of her younger sister.

Nowadays.

It's Xi'er's birthday.

Now I don't know where people ran to.

swoosh~
at this time.

A subtle voice sounded, and a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of her.

"This?"

Bing Wuqing stretched out her slender hand, grasping the light in the palm of her hand.

A trace of curiosity arose in my heart.

I don't know who is in a hurry, and even used the projection stone to send a message.

Take a slender hand.

Immediately.

The light spreads out.

I saw that a picture appeared in front of Bing Wuqing.

That picture.

The background is ruined, with endless death energy, and in the middle is a handsome young man, who is constantly being eaten away by the death energy, and quickly sways towards the depths of the passage of destruction.

"Dust."

"Death Passage!"

When Bing Wuqing saw the picture, he was shocked.

She naturally recognized the boy in the picture, he was her most proud disciple and only disciple Luo Tianchen.

just.

It can be seen at a glance that Luo Tianchen is being devoured by destruction.

a time.

Bing Wuqing became nervous.

You know, she is the supreme empress, a cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous female devil, but the only thing she cares about is her disciple and sister.

And now.

Luo Tianchen fell into the passage of death.

Luo Tianchen in the picture is enduring the death energy of destruction, his eyes are full of affection.

"When you saw me, I thought I had changed."

"There is a piercing injury, it is the distance between you and me."

"Close your eyes and see Tianshan."

"That's where you are."

"I am willing to exchange a few lives for our love for a lifetime. I hope I can move you."

"When my life ends, I want to see your face again."

"I like you."

"Be my girlfriend."

"Do you agree?"

The passage of death, destroying the world.

Luo Tianchen's vitality kept losing, but in his eyes, there was tenderness, speaking softly.

soon.

Projection ends.

"Ah~"

Bing Wuqing was like being electrocuted, and his heart trembled.

I can't believe the picture in front of me.

Chen'er confessed to her at the last moment of his life.

I watched him grow up, but I didn't expect him to like me. This scoundrel must be too courageous.

Simultaneously.

Her heart beat faster, and a blush appeared on her delicate and beautiful face.

Is this what it feels like to be liked?
Do I like it too?
And he was such a handsome young man.

No.

No.

He is my disciple.

but.

He fell into the passage of death, what should we do?
"or."

"Agree with him?"

Bing Wuqing was extremely entangled in her heart. She had been gifted against the sky since she was a child, and she was decisive in killing and attacking. Finally, she reached the realm of a great emperor and became the empress of the Heavenly Demon Cult. All her life was nothing but cultivation.

No one dared to like her at all.

Over time.

She has become a habit of being single.

even think.

Love is the poison of cultivation, and only cold and ruthless can reach the peak.

now.

But it was confessed.

"This scoundrel~"

Bing Wuqing stared at the picture, confused: This emperor, agree with you.

Done.

The beautiful little face is flushed, and the eyes are rolling.

This is not the cold empress at all, but a young lady next door.

hiss~
The light disappears, the picture dissipates.

Bing Wuqing glanced around.

After making sure no one was around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The whole person is like a thief.

(End of this chapter)