Empire of the Eternal Night, Temple of the Dark Dragon.

The dark castle is magnificent and ancient, within the confines of the Dark Dragon Temple, there is never light, only eternal night! A silver crescent moon hangs in the dark sky, and on the roof of the castle lies a huge unimaginable black dragon, showing its hideous fangs in the moonlight.

The whole hall was empty and desolate, but the rooms inside were elegantly decorated, and Teresa was leaning back in her chair to deal with military affairs, her long ice-blue silky hair tied into a simple and crisp single ponytail, her slender legs casually cocked on the table, and her slender high-heeled boots swaying gently.

Today, the marshal did not have a battle to fight, so she did not wear the hideous spiked armor, but changed into a more feminine dress, the upper body was a white shirt, and the shirt was a short black cardigan, the exaggerated peaks on the chest held the shirt high, and the buttons that had been pulled to the extreme seemed to burst at any moment, and the lower body was black tight leather pants and high-heeled boots, which highlighted the already dazzling legs more slender.

It was so seductive that no matter what the marshal was dressed in, her charm would simply tarnish the sun and the moon.

There are three dozen military affairs piled up on the desk, which are one meter high, and since the defeat of the Pompeii Empire, this kind of cumbersome military and political affairs has always been endless, and Yan zhòng provokes the tyrannical love in the heart of the female marshal. She'd rather fight a war than deal with this mess.

"I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed, this kind of is also handed over, veto!" Teresa leaned back, turned the quill in her hand, and suddenly drew a red eight-pronged pen on the text, and then Long Feifeng Wu signed his name, and finally threw out the text casually.

A handsome and extraordinary assistant next to him hurriedly caught Wen Jiàn, this Wen Jiàn was about the resource exploitation right of a territory, although it was a trivial matter in Teresa's mouth, but he didn't dare to slack off.

Putting Wen Jiàn away, the assistant's gaze unconsciously quietly fell on Teresa, the Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the lower body also bulged a little disobediently.

Teresa's fingers turning the quill suddenly stopped, and an icy cold air filled the whole room in an instant, and she didn't even look at her assistant, her voice was as cold as ice: "Faith, take care of your eyes, and if you dare to glance at me, I will turn you into a Gregorian dragon!"

Faith was so frightened that she instantly withered, trembling and kneeling on the ground to apologize: "Lord Marshal, please give me another chance, I promise never to dare again!"

The quill began to turn again, and Teresa took another copy of the essay and began to read it: "For the sake of your usual conscientiousness, I forgive you this time, I hope you don't challenge my patience, go out now, I'll call you when I'm done." ”

Faith hurriedly kowtowed and thanked her, packed up the Wen Jiàn wolf that had been dealt with and retreated. Closing the door and standing outside the door, he suddenly slapped himself fiercely, and secretly blamed himself in his heart: "What's wrong with me? I actually dare to make a fuss about the marshal, it's like looking for death! It seems that in order to have a better job in the future, I must expend my energy in advance, maybe the third daughter of the Charlie family is a good choice." ”

In the room, although Teresa was holding the text, she began to look at the ceiling, her expression suddenly depressed and suddenly happy: "My dear, I don't know how you are doing now, did that hateful guy of Feiyue teach you well? I haven't seen you for a long time, I really miss you!" As she spoke, she stretched out her fragrant tongue and licked her lips, looking like an intoxicated pervert, and seemed to be reminiscing about the feeling of kissing Ye Wentian again.

However, while Teresa was in the midst of a fond memory, there was a knock at the door, dragging her out of the drunken kiss.

The female marshal who was disturbed was very angry and in a very bad mood!

"Faith, I think you really want to die!" Teresa's sharp eyes suddenly slanted, and Faith, who was standing outside the door, immediately felt chills all over her body, and he looked at the tall young man beside him with a pleading look.

The young man next to him was about twenty years old, not strong but unusually tall, more than two heads above Faith! His face was very pointed, his eyebrows were thin, his lips were thin, and his cheekbones were high, giving him a sharp and mean feeling.

The young man winked, then said through the door, "Sister, it's me." ”

As if pardoned, Faith hurried away.

Teresa snorted nonchalantly: "It's Loki, come in, if you dare to stain the carpet, I'll beat your ass!"

Loki gently pushed open the door and walked in, and if you looked closely, you would find that the soles of his shoes were not in contact with the carpet at all, and they were actually suspended in the air, what a terrible cultivation!

"Sister, we're all so old, don't always worry about my ass, okay?" Loki looked slightly embarrassed.

Teresa glanced at Loki with slanted eyes, lowered her head and continued to deal with Wen Jiàn: "Hey, dare to pretend to be an adult in front of my sister? Don't think that it's great if your cultivation has improved a little, as long as my sister is willing, I will beat your ass in minutes, don't believe we try?"

Loki smiled awkwardly: "How dare I be presumptuous in front of my sister with this little strength?

"Hurry up with a fart, don't you see I'm busy?" Teresa lowered her face and stopped joking.

Loki knew Teresa's character very well, and he didn't go around the bend anymore, and went straight to the point and said, "Sister, you're almost twenty years old, shouldn't you think about personal problems?"

The quill stopped again, and Teresa's voice was slightly cold: "What the old man meant?"

Loki nodded: "Yes, the old man thinks that you should think about it for the family, just your personal strength and status increase, it will not help the family much, after all, you are a woman! ”

"Let's be straight, the old man must already have a goal!" Teresa's hand was pinched and slightly deformed.

Loki sighed: "Sister, no matter how strong you are, you are still a woman, and if you are a woman, you will definitely marry out and become the help of other families." The old man wants you to choose a husband in the family and give birth to male offspring, or marry the royal family to strengthen the family position. If your strong Divine Martial Spirit bloodline is fused with the family, it is likely to give birth to extremely powerful offspring, the old man said, if you can give birth to a Demon Martial Spirit or even a Divine Martial Spirit powerhouse, you can directly make him the heir of the family. ”

"So you're beating my mind, are you or Thor, or Lensa?" Teresa sneered and pointed out the three young male powerhouses of the family's generation. (What should Teresa do?)