"You cannot do this."
"Tsk, tsk..."
Cheng Guang regarded the always-proud Queen of the South Ming with some amusement. She wasn't afraid even when faced with death; yet, for some reason, she was terribly scared of this matter.
It must be said, the Queen of the South Ming—or rather, her true self, the Abyss Demon Emperor—seemed to have placed her pride in some rather peculiar areas.
She wasn't afraid of death, but she was particularly fearful of her body being tainted with anything dirty.
Did she have a phobia of contamination?
Cheng Guang stroked his chin, slowly pondering.
He hadn't expected that this would become a way he could manipulate the insufferable and haughty Queen of the South Ming.
Cheng Guang looked at the queen, who had seemingly lost some of her brilliance and was struggling to maintain her stately and dignified demeanor, and scoffed:
"Auntie, you say I can't do this, but why can't I?"
