I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 211. Planting the Flag Again
The cold, soft flesh bit into my neck, like being tightly coiled by a terrifying snake, the stinging pain reaching right to my nerves.

Xia Feng had never felt such fear before, even though he hadn't felt this way when he took the initiative to approach Miss Evil Dragon.

But now, he felt as if he was about to be bitten to death by the evil dragon lady at any moment, which seemed to be the effect of the dragon race's natural sense of superiority and oppression.

Fortunately, the Dragon God meant no harm. Xia Feng recovered and quietly felt the continuous increase in his spiritual power.

However, as more and more divine dragon blood flowed into his neck, he also felt that he could not take it anymore. He tightly hugged the back of the evil dragon lady, near her shoulder blades, and suppressed his voice: "Dragon God, please, please let me go."

The believer's voice was hoarse and dry, his rapid breathing low in his ear. Di Si's pale, vertical pupils narrowed into slits, revealing a cold and dangerous glint in her eyes.

However, it quickly dissipated and returned to its normal, indifferent state.

She loosened her grip slightly, her beautiful eyes lowered, and she glanced at the skin on the side of his neck where she had bitten two rows of deep teeth marks. Gushing blood seeped from the wound, flowing down his neck where the veins were bulging and into the man's white clothes.

"Does it hurt?" Miss Evil Dragon asked in a cold, soft voice. Xia Feng tilted his head back, his forehead beaded with sweat. "It does hurt a little. Dragon God, you infused me with dragon blood too quickly, but it's alright, I can handle it—"

As he spoke, his words abruptly stopped, and he felt another warm itch on the side of his neck. Miss Evil Dragon buried her head again.

"It was my fault for not controlling my strength properly. Let me clean your wound."

"Your way of cleaning the wound is quite unique," Xia Feng said, pressing on Miss Evil Dragon's slender shoulder as he tried to push her away. "Lord Dragon God, I am currently only a Dao Spirit Body, so this bleeding isn't real bleeding."

“But this is spiritual damage, which is far more serious than physical bleeding.” The woman in the star-patterned dress gripped Xia Feng’s wrist and commanded in a deep voice, “Don’t move!”

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Xia Feng's spirit body is now completely filled with dragon blood. Not only have his desires been eliminated, but his daily absorption of the Demon Heart has also reached its limit. He has entered the legendary Sage Mode, free from desires and wants.

But he didn't expect the Dragon God to be so responsible, determined to see a good deed through to the end.

Helpless, Xia Feng could only watch quietly as Miss Evil Dragon stuck out her little tongue to clean his wounds.

As the wound on her neck healed, Di Si slowly raised her head. Her dignified face, framed by her soft, gray hair, remained indifferent, her gaze unconsciously lingering on the believer's slightly parted lips.

dong dong——

dong dong!

Her heart pounded rhythmically, and she quickly looked away, forcefully suppressing the wicked thought of wanting to envelop the believer's lips.

Today's actions have already been excessive; we must not harbor any further delusions.

Seeing that Miss Evil Dragon raised her head without saying a word, her pale, vertical pupils, like a reptile, looked down at him with indifferent disdain, Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

However, this strange sense of dread quickly faded away.

The woman in the star-patterned dress sat on the throne, her arms wrapped around Xia Feng's waist, and said in a calm voice, "My believer, when will you come again?"

"Tomorrow, why?" Xia Feng planned to come to the Evil Dragon Space every day for the next few days to quickly improve his mental strength.

"Tomorrow?" Di Si thought for a moment, then nodded and explained, "The infection of desire in your body has not been completely eliminated. When you come tomorrow, I will infuse you with dragon spirit blood again, which should completely eliminate it."

Xia Feng was quite surprised. He hadn't expected Miss Evil Dragon to become so proactive. Wasn't today supposed to be the last time?

"Tomorrow is the last time you will absorb my evil power." Di Si gripped his chin with her slender hand, her vertical pupils indifferent. "Afterwards, your punishment will remain the same: you will not be allowed to suffer for me for 300 years. Do you understand?"

"..." Xia Feng reacted, his expression turned serious, and he looked earnestly into the eyes of the woman on the throne, respectfully saying in a deep voice, "Yes, Lord Dragon God!"

He finally understood: Miss Evil Dragon was all talk and no action, and every time it was supposed to be the last time.

In fact, Di Si was prepared to let loose today, for the last and only time.

Unfortunately, the desires that infect believers are very difficult to eradicate.

There's nothing we can do then; we'll just have to come back the next day.

However, things shouldn't go too far. After indulging once more tomorrow, this absurd and wicked behavior must be completely ended.

As for whether this will cause him to completely lose control of his evil thoughts?
She was very confident in her willpower. After all, she had managed to refrain from kissing Xia Feng's lips today, thus avoiding the grave sin of violating a believer's rights.

So naturally, and definitely, we can control it tomorrow!
Easy peasy~
Next, Xia Feng talked to Miss Evil Dragon about some things. Miss Evil Dragon listened while savoring a candied hawthorn.

Despite being a majestic dragon god, the way he sticks out his little tongue and lightly licks the glistening red fruit like a cat, sucking and swallowing it in small sips, is a stark contrast.

This kept Xia Feng distracted.

After chatting for a few minutes, Xia Feng prepared to leave.

However, Miss Evil Dragon called him back and said earnestly, "Xia Feng, I really like this candied hawthorn. Do you have any more?"

Xia Feng remembered that Miss Mu still had eight candied hawthorns in her possession.

"Uh, let me see." Xia Feng coughed, not immediately agreeing. "I'll try to bring you another one tomorrow."

The believer's voice faded, and the woman on the throne silently gazed for a while at the spot where the believer's aura had vanished.

She sucked the last glistening red fruit with her red lips, her dignified and calm face puffed out, her vertical pupils remained indifferent, but the snow-white dragon tail reappeared from under her star-studded skirt, the tip of the tail tightly wrapped around her ankles and swaying rapidly from side to side.
It was more joyful than ever before.

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When Xia Feng opened his eyes, the woman in the black dress who was lying on top of him handed him a bamboo skewer, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed: "Where's the candied hawthorn on top?"

Xia Feng: ".?"

Mu Qingtong briefly described what she had just witnessed. Just as Xia Feng was about to return to the real world, she saw the candied hawthorns in Xia Feng's hand begin to disintegrate one by one, breaking into red light and disappearing completely.

"I gave the candied hawthorn to that deity to eat," Xia Feng explained.

"Is that so?" Mu Qingtong nodded thoughtfully. She was actually a little surprised that the space where that god was located could destroy the physical existence of the candied hawthorn through such means.

That's very interesting.

She was very interested in this and looked up as if to ask something, but her beautiful eyes suddenly became alert, and she reached out and tapped the light screen above her head.

Suddenly, a jet-black bullet darted across the azure ocean current from behind, hurtling towards the capsule ship.

"Lie down." Mu Qingtong pressed a red button on the top of her head, then leaned down and wrapped her arms around Xia Feng's neck.

"Manual driving mode activated. Please note that any actions taken by the driver in this mode will affect the cabin's movement. Unless you are a professional, please do not engage in manual driving."

Ignoring the mechanical female voice, Mu Qingtong suddenly tilted her body to the left while holding Xia Feng, causing the entire capsule ship to flip gracefully to the right.

Whoosh—the pitch-black bullet slid across the surface of the capsule, sizzling out a blinding flash of light, Boom!! The bullet exploded with a deafening roar, and the right side of the capsule instantly caved in with a tiny dent. The entire elliptical hull was thrown far away by the massive shockwave, swaying and spinning rapidly in the azure sea of ​​time and space.

Xia Feng felt dizzy and disoriented as the cabin alarm sounded.

“Mr. Xia, hold me tight, give me all your strength and direction.”

As Miss Mu's clear voice rang out, Xia Feng reacted quickly, wrapping his arms tightly around the woman in the black dress's waist, while the rest of his body pressed against hers, and he relaxed.

Whoosh whoosh—

Next, Xia Feng felt as if he were stuffed inside a bullet that could freely change direction, soaring through the air and swaying left and right in a battlefield filled with gunfire.

Xia Feng didn't know what was happening. He only felt like he was being pressed down by two heavy mountains. His vision was completely dark. He carefully turned his head and could see the rearview screen on the side bulkhead through the faint light in the narrow gap.

Ten capsule ships were rapidly approaching from behind, and countless black bullets exploded in the azure sea current. Mu Qingtong skillfully maneuvered the capsule ship to dodge the dense barrage of bullets.

It must be said that Miss Mu's boat-driving skills are absolutely superb.

But this can't go on; sooner or later, the ship will be surrounded and destroyed.

"Zizi~"

Suddenly, a hissing sound came from the system, followed by a voice call. A man's mocking laughter came through, "Heh, surrender now, you can't escape."

Mu Qingtong ignored the man, and Xia Feng's deep voice came from below her chest: "Miss Mu, we don't really need to run away."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Mu Qingtong quickly understood what Xia Feng wanted to do, and with a flip, the capsule ship turned and rushed towards the pursuers.

(End of this chapter)