I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 214. I am guilty.

She withdrew her gaze, her pale, vertical pupils calm:

"Alright, my believer, come forward, and I will completely eradicate the infection of desire for you."

The woman in the star-patterned dress sat upright and gracefully beckoned to him with her slender hand.

Xia Feng followed her instructions and stepped forward to the throne. He bent down slightly, but Di Si pressed his shoulder down and raised her eyes with her vertical pupils: "You are absorbing blood too slowly. Today, I will still be the one to transfer blood to you."

"Huh? Again?" Xia Feng was somewhat surprised. He didn't really like this method. The Dragon God's method of transferring blood was too brutal, giving people a sense of fear that they were about to die at any moment.

"Hmm?" The woman on the throne pursed her lips. "You seem unwilling?"

"That's not true." Xia Feng shook his head.

The lying Empress Si's vertical pupils froze for a moment. This was the first time she had heard this believer's lies, and fear mingled with them.

The hem of her skirt, which bound her ankles, stopped swaying, and a complex and unfathomable emotion arose deep in her pupils.

Xia Feng keenly noticed a hint of cold displeasure in Miss Evil Dragon's pale vertical pupils, and a strange sense of dread suddenly surged into the back of his head.

He suddenly felt a strange sense of unease.

But before he could think any further, the woman in the star-patterned dress had already stood up from her throne.

Miss Evil Dragon is actually 1.8 meters tall. As she stood up, her snow-white dragon tail, covered with beautiful scales, trailed on the ground. She walked barefoot to Xia Feng's side, her pale vertical pupils cold and disdainful.

Xia Feng felt a slight tightness in his heart, and he became inexplicably nervous. He had never noticed it before, but for some reason today, he suddenly felt that Miss Evil Dragon was terrifying.

Is it because of his height?

Previously, Miss Evil Dragon was always sitting, so her height wasn't very noticeable. But now that she's standing up, she's a bit taller than Xia Feng, which definitely puts more pressure on him psychologically.

"Hmm?" The Dragon God's gaze was indifferent.

Xia Feng knew that now was not the time to overthink, much less to offer opinions. He reached out and carefully embraced the Dragon God's slender waist, then turned his face away, exposing his neck completely to the Dragon God's lips, making it easier for her to bite.

Looking at the neck so close to hers, Di Si subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her lips. Without hesitation, she bit down hard.

Xia Feng: "!"

A massive surge of divine dragon blood rushed in, directly penetrating the depths of his soul. Xia Feng was so startled by this sudden event that he almost cried out. He quickly reached out and pressed down on the Dragon God's shoulder, taking a step back.

But the next moment, two fair, slender arms wrapped around his back, pulling him back into their embrace with great force.

"Don't move!" Di Si's voice echoed in Xia Feng's mind, coldly commanding.

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Although Miss Evil Dragon appears cold, unsmiling, and aloof, she is usually very easy to talk to. But for some reason, she has become very assertive today.

Xia Feng dared not disobey, so he could only offer his advice, his voice slightly hoarse: "Lord Dragon God, could you please slow down? I can't keep up with this speed."

Di Si buried her face in his neck, slowing her pace slightly, but her delicate hand touched his trembling back and shoulder bones, and her cold voice rang out, "My believer, are you afraid of me?" Hearing this, Xia Feng instantly understood the problem.

"My Lord Dragon God, you should know that even though I yearn for you in my heart, I cannot control my physical fear of the natural power of the dragon race, especially when you actively infuse me with dragon blood, and the powerful dragon pressure sweeps over my soul."

At this point, Xia Feng paused, softening his tone and speaking softly, "My physiological instincts make me resist you, even loathe you, but please believe me, Lord Dragon God, that my heart yearns for and longs for you!"

The believer's thin lips brushed against her ear, and his sincere and earnest words stunned Di Si. So that's how it is.
She stopped involuntarily infusing the dragon blood, her moist, blood-stained red lips slightly raised, her warm breath resting on his Adam's apple. Xia Feng couldn't help but shrug his shoulders. Just as he was about to say something, the evil dragon lady lowered her head again and bit his neck.

"Lord Dragon God"

The believer's hoarse voice, hoarse from thirst, rang in Di Si's ears, traveling through her nerves like thin, soft silk threads, wrapping around her heart and then tightening abruptly.

This believer really pleases me. Unconsciously, Di Si's pale vertical pupils narrowed into dangerous slits, and the strength of her slender hands holding Xia Feng's back tightened.

Xia Feng sensed something was wrong. Wait, what's going on? Why is he getting harder and harder?

"Lord Dragon God, are you still angry?" Xia Feng felt that he had already seen through Miss Evil Dragon's thoughts. Miss Evil Dragon was a deity who valued her believers very much and did not want them to fear or even be afraid of her.

Therefore, Xia Feng felt that his answer should be enough to appease Miss Evil Dragon and clear up the misunderstanding.

"Lord Dragon God, how about this? You like candied hawthorns, right? I'll go and snatch some for you later!" Xia Feng smiled confidently. "That mere witch? She wouldn't dare to cause trouble if she met me!"

What the believer said was no longer important; Di Si didn't hear a word he said. But the believer's arrogant and hoarse laughter close to her ear was like a spark that gently touched the fuse of a powder keg. Di Si felt a lump in her throat, and her heart inexplicably started beating faster and faster.

She stopped infusing the dragon's blood again.

Seeing this, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord Dragon God, you've finally stopped."

With her soft, cloud-gray hair cascading over her sacred star-patterned dress, Di Si slowly raised her head, her pale, majestic vertical pupils following suit. Her gaze lingered from the believer's chin to his thin, gently parting lips.

Hearing Xia Feng's gentle whispers, she could no longer suppress the raging fire within her. Her heart pounded wildly, and her eyes burned with fury.

"Lord Dragon God?" Xia Feng sensed something was amiss.

The snow-white dragon tail now hangs out like a star-studded skirt, casually draped on the ground. Faint golden vein lines shimmer on the holy, snow-white tail muscle patterns, like some kind of sacred scripture incantation, stretching from the tailbone all the way to the tip, finally converging into a point of radiance at the tip, shining brightly.

rustling—

Suddenly, it began to climb, its slender feet over a meter long, and quietly crept up Xia Feng's right ankle, encircling it.

Xia Feng jolted awake, and before he could react, the dragon's tail, with its soft yet powerful scales, rapidly spiraled up his calf and thigh, finally tightening its grip!

"Lord Dragon God, what are you doing?!" Xia Feng was slightly startled and looked up, only to meet the gaze of those pale, vertical pupils.

His vertical pupils were cold and disdainful, exuding supreme majesty.

Xia Feng was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the stunningly beautiful face so close to his mouth, with an unquestionable indifference, slowly leaned down and pressed its moist red lips against his.

I am guilty.
(End of this chapter)