Gradually.

The voices begging for mercy in the hall became fewer and fewer.

soon.

Only Di Ji, Mo Ke and two beautiful concubines were left in the hall.

Mo Ke was already frightened silly.

Di Ji walked to Mo Ke's side, squatted down, stretched out her fair jade hand to stroke Mo Ke's face. In an instant, the poison in Mo Ke's body became more serious. Both of his pupils turned into a bleak dark gray. He vomited blood in large mouthfuls, but what he vomited out were tiny insects.

"Before you die, I have two pieces of news for you."

"First news: The Emperor was killed by Master Lu."

"Second news: I will not kill your two beautiful concubines. Although I don't feel any sense of belonging to the demon clan, I can't guarantee that I will have children in the future. So, I will keep your children. Maybe they will have the opportunity to ascend to the throne of the emperor in the future."

Di Ji knew it very well.

She only had three years.

Three years is too short.

For ordinary people, it is possible to have three children in three years.

But for Di Ji, even if she had sex with men day and night, she would most likely not get pregnant. This is the disadvantage of cultivation.

so.

These two children have to stay.

These two children did not know that their father was Moke, nor did they know that Di Ji was their father's murderer. When they were born, these two children only knew one thing, that is, Di Ji was their master.

After hearing these words, Moke's eyes became much relieved, his lips trembled as he wanted to speak, but in the end he completely lost his breath.

Di Ji stood up, her eyes flashing with strong ambition, and the majesty of an empress who looked down on the world was beginning to take shape. From now on, no one could stop her from ascending the throne of emperor.