"Cough, cough... Wh-what?"
Ning Su nearly choked on his own saliva.
"Why are you getting so worked up? It was those old geezers' idea, not mine." Medusa rolled her eyes at him.
During these past days of helping her people relocate, she had often heard people say that Ning Su's arrival had brought new hope to the Snake-People Race.
Medusa did not deny Ning Su's contributions.
It was just that she always felt the image Ning Su had in other people's eyes was somewhat different from the one he had in hers.
In other people's eyes, Ning Su was sunny and handsome, powerful, helpful, gentle, and considerate—practically perfect.
But in Medusa's eyes, aside from being a little handsome, this guy was good for nothing.
"So, Queen, did you come to tell me that you rejected the elders' suggestion?"
It would have been normal for Medusa to refuse.
If she had suddenly come to tell Ning Su that she wanted him to have a child with her, he would have thought it was a trap instead.
It was not that he was being high-minded; rather, based on what he knew of Medusa, she definitely would not say something like that.
"I will not agree with those old fools. I am the Queen, and I am responsible for the future of the Snake-People Race. They should obediently retire and enjoy their old age."
"But after thinking it over carefully, what they said was not entirely without reason. In terms of bloodline, aside from me, no one in the entire Snake-People Race can compare to you."
"If I truly had to choose someone to cultivate the next generation's bloodline with me, you are indeed the best candidate," Medusa said.
She admitted that much.
In terms of bloodline, she even felt that Ning Su's