I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 209. Xia Feng, the Scumbag
Just like two pieces of meat tightly wrapped between two thick slices of bread, the capsule ship has a very cramped space, but it's not like you can't do anything.

For example, watching movies.

To be honest, watching some intense movies in such a confined space is quite a unique experience.

Unfortunately, the Eternal Flow Sea couldn't connect to the internet, so the ship only had some videos that had been downloaded long ago, such as the Spirit Song Contest that was popular throughout the empire.

On the right side of the bulkhead, a brightly lit screen displayed a huge venue packed with people. In the center of the dazzling stage stood an elegant woman in a black dress, while tens of thousands of people waved glow sticks and cheered wildly with excitement.

"I admire the god! I admire the god!!"

"Goddess Mu, I love you!"

"Sister Mu, I want to have your babies!"

The woman in the black dress stood gracefully in the center of the stage, exuding an intellectual and elegant air. A gentle smile remained on her face as she quietly looked down at the crowd below.

Seeing Mu Qingtong's incredibly popular demeanor, as if she had become a national superstar, Xia Feng felt it was all very absurd and unreal.

He glanced at the silver-haired, disheveled woman in a black dress who was languidly leaning against him, and suddenly asked, "Miss Mu, your Holy Liberation Ceremony is to become a national superstar, right?"

Mu Qingtong's face still had the blush from the battle. She raised her beautiful eyes slightly and smiled faintly, "Whatever Mr. Xia thinks, that's what it is."

That doesn't seem to be it, but it must be related to singing. Just as Xia Feng was lost in thought, the woman in the black dress began to move again.

Darkness gradually enveloped him, and Mu Qingtong climbed up a little. She reached out and tapped a few times on the display screen on the overhead bulkhead.

"Drip-"

She opened a drawer, which was filled with 20 high-concentration energy bars, 20 bottles of water, and 10 candied hawthorns, making the small storage drawer completely full.

Mu Qingtong pulled out two energy bars, two candied hawthorns, and a bottle of water, and then moved her body down again.

However, during the process, she clearly felt that Mr. Xia's breathing seemed to have become a little rapid, and his hot breath slid across her sensitive collarbone.

She pursed her lips, her expression calm, and moved to her new position.

Although Xia Feng escaped into the Yongliu Sea, he did not do so without a destination.

His current goal is to find the fragments of the divine power of the Guhua, and at the same time see if he can further repair the Gudao.

According to the direction indicated by the scythe, the target is in the Jiamei Sea. It will take at least 10 days to sail to this sea area, so it is natural to prepare some energy bars and water.

but.

Why are there candied hawthorns?

"Because I like it," Mu Qingtong explained.

Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. So this world-destroying witch did have a craving for food, huh? Candied hawthorns, perhaps?
The silver-haired woman parted her red lips slightly, swallowing the first glistening red fruit along with the transparent rice paper.

*Snap snap*—Her cheeks puffed out slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked down as she pushed another candied hawthorn directly into Xia Feng's slightly parted lips: "Hey, here's one for you. By the way, have you ever eaten candied hawthorn?"

"Do you think I'm a poor wretch?" Xia Feng took the candy stick, bit into one, and thought, "Hmm, it tastes pretty good, sweet and sour."

"Oh." Mu Qingtong really seemed to love candied hawthorns. She leaned on Xia Feng and focused on eating, swallowing one glistening red fruit after another with her red lips, the delightful crunching sounds of her tasting constantly ringing in Xia Feng's ears.

Xia Feng didn't rush to eat. Instead, he took out the materials for carving the gate to the world and began to prepare the ink.

Mu Qingtong rested her small face against Xia Feng's neck, happily eating while watching his movements, and quickly guessed what Xia Feng wanted to do.

"Mr. Xia, is the deity behind you one of the twelve main stars?" Mu Qingtong asked in confusion.

"you guess."

"And what about His gender?"

"you guess."

"Judging from the way this formation is constructed, is it located in some sealed place?"

"you guess."

"Mr. Xia, I don't have time to beat you up right now, so you'd better not mess with me." "Guess~"

"!"

While dealing with Mu Qingtong's various questions, Xia Feng quickly completed a miniature version of the World Gate formation.

Instantly, the intricate, shimmering gold patterns etched on the bulkhead lit up one by one, and an oval-shaped, faint halo appeared, within which a pale gold light shimmered.

"Miss Mu, please wait for me for half an hour. I'll be right out."

As he spoke, Xia Feng was about to reach into the light circle, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head to look at the candied hawthorn skewer he had only eaten one of.

He reached out his right hand to pick it up, and then his left hand reached into the aperture.

Instantly, his spirit emerged from his body. As he expected, the candied hawthorn could not enter the evil dragon space with him.

To his surprise, a string of translucent gourds also appeared on the surface of the candied hawthorn, and like a spirit, it disappeared into the spatial gate with him in a flash.

Landing on flat ground, Xia Feng glanced at the gourd string in his hand; its semi-transparent, illusory appearance returned to its crystalline state.

He tried one, and it still tasted sweet and sour.

Although the underlying principle is unknown, it's still a good thing.

Look up.

As always, Miss Evil Dragon lay on the throne, her graceful curves outlined by her star-studded dress, languid and serene, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.

As her delicate red lips parted and closed gently with even breathing, her dignified face gradually flushed, as if she had dreamt of something terrible. She furrowed her brows slightly and let out a soft hum, her long, jade-like legs pressed together beneath her skirt, gently caressing each other.

The snow-white tail tip, which was bound to the small ankles, swayed from side to side.

"Ahem~" Xia Feng coughed lightly, and the woman in the star-patterned dress slowly raised her upturned eyelids, her pale vertical pupils indifferently looking up at the human man below.

Suddenly—Snow Tail retreated back into her skirt, her vertical pupils calm: "You've come. What brings you here this time?"

Xia Feng blinked. What else could it be but gaining experience points?

"If it's about absorbing evil energy, then there's no need to say anything more."

"I have already stated last time that, as punishment for your blasphemous act, you shall not bear any more suffering for me or absorb my evil power for the next three hundred years!"

"."

As expected, he couldn't escape the punishment after all. Xia Feng felt helpless, but it didn't matter.

He's a master of all sorts of scumbag tactics, and he already has countermeasures for them.

While pondering, he shook his head and stepped onto the stairs.

"Lord Dragon God, you have misunderstood. I have come here to bring you something good."

Seeing that Xia Feng once again disregarded the believers and approached the throne, Di Si frowned slightly.

She had already discovered last time that whenever this believer got close to her, her unbearable desires would rise uncontrollably.

This made her very distressed.

"A good thing?" Di Si slowly stood up, sitting upright with dignity, and glanced at the red object in Xia Feng's hand.

"This? What is this?"

"Candied hawthorn, a type of sweet food."

Xia Feng handed over the candied hawthorn and said earnestly, "This method may seem ridiculous to you, but I still want you to try it. Even if it can only alleviate the pain a little, it will be good!"

Di Si took the candied hawthorn with a somewhat dazed expression, her gaze complex.

She never expected that punishing this believer and forbidding him from suffering for her would only lead this devout follower to seek other methods, still unwilling to abandon his original faith.
(End of this chapter)