I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 519. Dragon Language

Xia Feng had long been prepared for Jiang Qiu'e to have more tricks up her sleeve.

But I never expected it to be this perverted.

Sure enough, this green fox was not only cunning, but also had a dark and perverse heart!
Xia Feng frowned and snatched the wooden carving away.

The wood carving is a cylinder about five centimeters tall, thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom, with a bluish sheen, and the words "Xia Feng" are carved in the center.

It's extremely strange.

Xia Feng threw the thing directly into the Nascent Soul space to see if he could use it to isolate its power.

“It’s no use,” Jiang Qiu’e said calmly. “Unless you destroy the Jiang character mark on your neck, I can control your desire for motherhood at any time.”

There are only three women here. Who do you want?

The woman in the green dress raised her exquisitely beautiful face and calmly asked him a question. Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes, took a deep breath, and said coldly:
"You are welcome to try."

Seeing that he was not threatened, Jiang Qiu'e pursed her lips, her tone growing colder: "Fine, but I don't know what your relationship with Chana Xue is like."

Cha Nai Xue? Xia Feng was taken aback. Before he could say anything, the three characters "Cha Nai Xue" appeared next to the two characters "Xia Feng" on the wooden carving.

"!!" Xia Feng's breath hitched, and as his throat pounded, he caught a faint, sweet smell of milk tea. He looked up in a daze.

Just then, I saw Chana's prominent breasts, with plum blossoms carved into the fabric of her snow-white dress, supported by her high breasts, like winter flowers in bloom.

He frowned, forcing his gaze away and looking up, just in time to meet the eyes of Chana Yuki, whose beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed and contained a hint of mockery.

Xia Feng's gaze turned cold.

Chana Yuki quickly looked away, concealing her disrespectful gaze.

Xia Feng cursed inwardly, "Can these maternal branches really specify which object they crave?! Seriously, what a jerk!"
Seeing the two exchange glances, Jiang Qiu'e realized that she had made the right bet; Xia Feng and Chana Xue's relationship was actually not good.

She couldn't possibly designate Q-faced Man, since Q-faced Man and Xia Feng were lovers, and it was highly likely that she wouldn't refuse Xia Feng's yearning for motherhood.

Of course, she couldn't designate herself, as that would be tantamount to actively seeking humiliation.

Therefore, the only candidate on site was Chanayuki.

Of course, this method doesn't actually help her in her current predicament.

But as long as I can torment this despicable guy, that's enough!
Next, that bastard Xia Feng will slowly succumb to his desires and sooner or later fall into Chana's maternal embrace.

If Q-Man kills Chana Yuki because of this, that would be best; even if he doesn't, it won't be a loss for her.

"Da da--"

The nun on the sofa finally put down her crossed legs, stood up and walked slowly towards Xia Feng, passing by him and picking up the blue wood carving from his hand.

My fingertips gently traced the two lines of characters carved into the wood: 【Summer Maple】【Chana Snow】

Beneath her white hood, she parted her red lips slightly and said calmly, "Nine-Tailed Fox, you have one last chance to beg for mercy and submit."

Having her identity exposed, Jiang Qiu'e's eyes turned cold, and she changed her self-reference: "Since you know that I am the Nine-Tailed Fox, you should understand that if I were to commit suicide and be resurrected, you would not be able to stop me."

"Is that so? If you're not afraid of the corruption seal collapsing, you can give it a try."

Jiang Qiu'e frowned and fell silent.

She hadn't expected this woman to know so much about her situation.

Indeed, if another fox tail were to be severed and the fox were to revive, the Corruption Seal would have a nearly 20% chance of collapsing.

Although the probability doesn't seem very high, she won't take the risk unless it's suppressed to below 0.1%.

According to her plan, once she absorbed enough dragon blood, she could safely sever her tail once more without fear of the seal worsening due to the corruption. However, an unexpected incident occurred. She had only absorbed enough dragon blood to barely suppress the seal's deterioration caused by the previous tail severing when Xia Feng betrayed her!

"Are you sure you don't want to remove it?" The nun held the wooden carving up to her face, looking down at her and asking in a low voice.

Jiang Qiu'e remained calm and glanced at the woman indifferently.

Seeing this, the nun nodded, bent down and placed the wooden carving upright on the cold ceramic tile. The two vertical characters, "Xia Feng" and "Cha Nai Xue," were carved on the left and right sides of the pillar, faintly glowing with a bluish light.

The nun patted Chana's slightly lowered head and whispered, "Let her sit down."

With that, the nun slowly walked back to the sofa.

Her long, slender right leg, draped in white lace, crossed over her left, and the hem of her dignified, deep black robe slung down as she picked up "Dragon Language" again and sat back down.

Xia Feng and the other two were stunned.

Chana was the first to react. She glanced at the woman on the sofa wearing a solemn nun's habit, took a deep breath, and without hesitation went directly behind Jiang Qiu'e, reaching out to lift the hem of her elegant blue dress.

"You—!" Jiang Qiu'e's cold, ethereal expression faltered, her voice trembling slightly, "Cha Naixue, you're insane!"

"If I don't do this, I'll be the one who gets punished." A soft, helpless voice whispered in Jiang Qiu'e's ear, "So, just bear with it."

"Chanayuki!!—" Seeing her making such a fuss, Chanayuki directly stuffed the purple panties into her mouth.

"Well--"

"Don't worry, I won't get the location wrong."

"?!!"

"!" Seeing this, Xia Feng's eyelids twitched, and his neck stiffened as he slowly turned his head to look at the nun on the sofa.

He suddenly realized that Miss Mu seemed to have not spoken to him since they met, and had not even looked at him directly.

This doesn't quite match the reunion scene Xia Feng had envisioned.

In my imagination, even if Miss Mu wasn't in tears, she should have bitten her lip and quickly opened her arms to him. At the very least, she should have curiously asked him where he had been these past few months and when he would be resurrected.

Unfortunately, none of these are available.

After meeting, the woman and Jiang Qiu'e exchanged several words, but she didn't speak to him at all.

Xia Feng stood still, staring quietly at the nun on the sofa.

The nun didn't look up to acknowledge his gaze, but instead kept her head down, turning the pages of her book as if she were engrossed in the world of "Dragon Language".

Xia Feng blinked, still staring at her.

But the nun simply shifted her crossed legs; her rounded thighs, framed by white lace, were now visible beneath the black side skirt. She pinched the edge of the paper with her slender fingers and turned another page.

Snowflakes drifted outside the French windows, and an old-fashioned oil lamp beside the sofa cast a dim, yellow candlelight.

The living room was unusually quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages and the rustling of clothes.

In addition, there was the angry muffled sound of a clear, melodious female voice behind him.

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly, as the sweet aroma of milk tea seemed to waft towards his nose, stirring up his inner desires.

He suppressed the strange urge to lick something, stood still for a moment, and neither did the nun on the sofa.

A few seconds later, Cha Nai Xue's hesitant voice came from behind: "Xiao Feng, can you help me? I can't operate it by myself, and I can't get the timing right."

He frowned and turned around, a ridiculous scene coming into view in his dark eyes.

(End of this chapter)