The Return to the Sahara

After helping Apas deal with her two sisters, it seemed as if he had resolved a deep-seated worry for her.

As for what Tang Miao had said about sleeping together?

Apas simply ignored it...

After all, it had happened so many times already. Why care about one more or one less?

She wasn't the one losing out, anyway.

After Tang Miao gave her the two Spirit Essences, he said with a smile, "Now that both your sisters are dead and you've obtained their Spirit Essences, I don't think crossing this limit will be difficult for you. The Demon Beasts of Africa and even Europe need a new Medusa. What do you think? Tempted?"

Tempted?

Of course she was tempted.

Apas had been born a monarch.

But...

She also knew that if she wanted this empire, then the time to part ways would have arrived.

In the past, Apas definitely would have left without hesitation.

She could even beg or pay any price...

But Tang Miao had gotten on board and paid the fare. Besides, without Tang Miao, how could she have attained her current strength?

Most importantly, she had started to like this servant a little...

Apas really couldn't bear to leave him.

"You only have a hundred years or so left anyway. This queen feels sorry for you, so I'll be merciful. A hundred years from now, all of Africa will still belong to me," Apas said haughtily.

Even though she couldn't bear to part with him, she insisted on acting as though she was merely taking pity on him.

"What, you can't bear to leave Daddy now?"

What he had just said was only half true.

The main reason was that he had Apas figured out. He knew she wouldn't leave him.

After all, once she chose to