Being Pursued By The Empress, Begging Me To Let Go!

Chapter 393: [His Royal Highness, I Can Also Give Birth To You! 】

Chapter 393: [His Royal Highness, I can also give birth to you! 】

"His Royal Highness Earl Su Ning, what are you going to do?"

"Could it be that you are crazy?"

Sensing Su Ning's purpose, Alsalil showed a surprised expression on his face, his pupils opened, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

In any case, she couldn't believe that Su Ning would take action on herself, the Queen of the British Kingdom.

You must know that she is not only the queen of Charles II, but also has a layer of elf identity.

Su Ning's attack on him is tantamount to offending the two major forces of Tianxu Shenzhou at the same time.

"Elf Wings!"

Feeling the coercion of Su Ning gradually approaching him, Aishalil didn't dare to be careless, and forcibly spread the wings behind him.

A pair of huge pure white feathered wings bloomed from the back of Aishaliel, her snow-white skin was pierced by the wings, and dark red blood flowed out.

However, she still forcibly held back the pain and forcibly summoned her own wings.

【Elf Wings】

Talent, the race of elves, endows it with an exclusive Cultivation Technique, which is still difficult for humans to master even if they are Mahayana Realm-level powerhouses.

Even among the clansmen of the elves, there are still very few elves who can grasp the wings of elves.

Because the elf wing is not only a flying prop that can increase one's speed in battle, it also has other more important functions.

Legend has it that the elven queen's elven wings can freely shuttle in the elven world, The Mortal Realm, and Devil World.

Even, it can replace the role of the Void Shenzhou, shuttling among the worlds.

It takes a lot of energy and time for Su Ning to transport the women from Tianxu Shenzhou to Eastern Wasteland before they can be delivered safely.

However, if one can master the power of the elf's wings, one can shuttle back and forth between Eastern Wasteland and Tianxu Shenzhou with just one thought.

"Good stuff."

"It's even more applicable than the wings of the Nine Nether!"

After clarifying the function of the elf's wings, Su Ning's eyes immediately revealed the light of longing.

Looking at the Queen Alshalil of the British Kingdom in front of her, it was like looking at a peerless work of art, wanting to take it back into her own hands and use it for herself.

"Your Royal Highness, Queen of Great Britain, I think you are extremely beautiful and talented, why don't you join my Su Ning's harem?"

"I heard that Her Royal Highness and King Charles II have not had intercourse for more than 20 years. How about letting Su Ning and me lead Her Royal Highness to experience the power of Eastern Wasteland men?"

While dodging Prince Charles' pursuit of Own, Su Ning joked to his mother, Aishaliel.

For this kind of thing of molesting the other party's mother face to face, Su Ning can be regarded as never tired of it, and has a lot of experience.

Seeing Charles' irritable expression, Su Ning felt that his mood improved a lot.

Feeling that his own mother was insulted, Charles angrily yelled at Su Ning,

"Earl Su Ning, if you have the ability to confront me head-on."

"What's your skill in molesting my mother?"

"If you have the ability, you should fight me upright like a man!"

Charles waved the sharp sword in his hand, which is a saber handed down by the British royal family from generation to generation, embodying the painstaking efforts and essence of successive kings of the royal family.

After tens of generations of kings' nurturing and baptism, the Dao pattern on the sword has become more and more intense, vaguely reaching the level of a Semi-Saint object.

"Bang bang!"

"boom!"

The sharp sword in Charles' hand collided with Su Ning's Eight Desolation Demon Halberd, sparks flashed in the air, the powerful rune Dao Yun was splashed out, and all the knights under Charles were blown away dozens of times by the scattered Dao Yun inside.

"Too weak, too weak."

Su Ning squinted at Charles, her tone full of provocation.

"Charles, you are so weak, you can't protect own mother."

"Why don't you give her to me, let me help you give birth to a Little Brother, and let your Little Brother help protect your mother, okay?"

Facing the Crown Prince of the British royal family in front of him, Su Ning sneered without hesitation.

Raised as a crown prince since he was a child, Charles, who has always been proud and arrogant, couldn't stand Su Ning's beating like this, and his steps soon became chaotic.

Su Ning immediately found an opportunity to break free from Charles' entanglement, and continued to chase in the direction of his mother Aishalil.

Although Aishaliel is a powerful elf in the Mahayana Realm, he is a female class after all, and his combat experience is not even as good as his own son Charles.

Facing the treacherous and cunning Su Ning, like a rabbit being targeted by an eagle, he can only be teased along the way.

"Your Highness Alshalil, the quality of your skirt seems to be not very good."

"I've seen little butts."

While chasing, Su Ning admired the embarrassment on Alsalil's face. As expected of the queen of the elves, even the flustered look exuded an indescribable beauty.

Su Ning couldn't help but look at Alshaliel's son Charles who was behind him, seeing his appalling honor and feeling very different in his heart.

How ugly does this King Charles have to be to give birth to a sad-looking Prince Charles with such a beautiful Queen.

In this way of reasoning, Charles's sister, Princess Megan, seems to have perfectly inherited the genes of her mother, Aishaliel.

"Your Highness, the taste is not bad. I like roses."

A gust of breeze blew through, blowing the hem of Aishaliel's skirt, and Su Ning could see the spring scenery inside.

"Earl Su Ning, please respect yourself, you are a nobleman after all."

Aishalil forcibly calmed down her own emotions, and said to Su Ning, but her fair and pretty face was already flushed a little, obviously because she was a little embarrassed by Su Ning's words.

"Your Highness Alsalil, have you seen Lilian?"

"That's my daughter."

Su Ning pointed to Lilian in the distance, and said to Aishaliel.

"What?"

"What does Earl Su Ning mean?"

Aishalil was at a loss by Su Ning's sudden change of subject, and asked in a panic.

"Miss Lilian is very beautiful, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Did Earl Su Ning promise to marry your daughter to Charles?"

Alsalil thought naively, but when she saw the gaze in Su Ning's pupils, she instantly dismissed the idea.

I was really naive, to communicate with this pervert with the thinking of a normal person.

The current Su Ning has become synonymous with a well-dressed beast in the eyes of Al Shariel.

Although Su Ning has the demeanor of an aristocrat in his suit and leather shoes, he is as wild as a wild beast in his heart.

"Earl Su Ning, Miss Lilian is very beautiful, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Aishalil simply gave up the speculation and said bluntly to Su Ning.

Su Ning smiled knowingly, with the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a wicked smile.

"I mean, I could have one with you, too."

"Honorable Queen."