I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 535. Miss Evil Dragon's Abnormalities

The star wheel sailed off the coast, heading towards the endless sea of ​​time and space.

Xia Feng quickly set up the array for the [Gate to the World] in the luxurious bedroom.

This time, Miss Mu didn't cause any trouble. She simply took off her high heels, crossed her long legs in black stockings, and lazily leaned against the bay window chaise lounge. Her beautiful eyes were serene behind her half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses as she looked down at her book.

Outside the window, the magnificent azure ocean currents flowed, and the shimmering light drifted across the glass like raindrops, making a soft, rustling sound.

The atmosphere was quiet, and Xia Feng's tense nerves, which had been taut for days, inexplicably relaxed, making him feel very relaxed.

After watching Miss Mu quietly and intently reading her book for a while, Xia Feng smiled, turned around, and stepped into the spatial portal.

A flash of light appeared in the bedroom, and Xia Feng stood rooted to the spot, his gaze vacant, his soul seemingly leaving his body.

Mu Qingtong still didn't look up, but just frowned and stared at the pages in her hand. Every word on the page was strangely shaped, and she had been looking at it for nearly half an hour but still couldn't understand its meaning. This was definitely something she had never experienced before.

She closed the book in confusion, glanced at the cover, and then realized she had been holding it upside down.
The silver-haired woman silently flipped the book back, adjusted her glasses with her slender fingers, and reopened the pages, continuing to study it with her head down.

Although the Dragon Language is not a spirit paper, it is indeed more difficult to learn than an A-grade spirit garment.
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Xia Feng opened his eyes.

Here it is as usual.

The World Tree, the Pale Bone Dragon, the Black Gold Throne, and the Star-Dressed Woman sitting high on the throne.

However, they are below the divine level.

The white-haired woman was pinned to the center of the ground by a sword formed from pale lightning. Her lower body was serpentine, like a beautiful serpent with its heart pierced by a harpoon, hanging horizontally in mid-air. Her cold white serpentine eyes, gazing at the sky and treetops, were filled with despair and fear.

However, her gaze was actually frozen at this moment, as if all her emotions before death had been frozen in this moment, unable to move, her perception of the outside world sealed, forever trapped in silence and darkness.

Xia Feng glanced at Bai Suxi's miserable state, then looked up in confusion at the woman on the throne who was slowly opening her eyes.

His pale, vertical pupils swept over her indifferently. The woman didn't speak, but simply looked down at him quietly.

Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine, sensing that something was inexplicably wrong.

Miss Evil Dragon's gaze had indeed instilled a subconscious fear in him in the past, but this time it was different.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, and the feeling vanished in an instant.

I'm probably overthinking it.

Xia Feng respectfully cupped his hands: "Lord Dragon God, are you alright?"

The woman on the throne remained silent, her pale, indifferent eyes, like those of the beginning of time, devoid of any emotion.

Xia Feng was used to Miss Evil Dragon's cold silence, guessing that she was sulking again.

He moved lightly, climbing the steps.

Under the watchful gaze of the woman in the star-studded dress, he ascended the steps and soon arrived before the throne.

The woman in the star-patterned dress sat dignifiedly, her small face, half alluring and half seductive, slowly rising, her vertical pupils beneath the dark gold cross between her brows exuding a cold and awe-inspiring presence.

Xia Feng blinked his dark eyes, reached out and lifted her delicate chin, about to kiss her slightly parted, alluring red lips, preparing to pry open Miss Evil Dragon's mouth with his actions, so she wouldn't hold a grudge and remain silent.

But just as he was about to lower his head, his entire body suddenly froze as if time had stopped, and even his eyeballs were unable to move.

"So you are my follower? How audacious!" Those vertical pupils, filled with divine majesty, lifted slightly, and Xia Feng felt as if his brain was about to explode. His heart was filled with horror, and his soul trembled.

At the same time, there was a rustling sound on the ground, as if a tail was moving.

Xia Feng keenly noticed that the tip of the dragon's tail, which draped over the star-shaped skirt and fell to the ground, was actually jet black. That jet black spread and permeated from the tip of the tail towards the middle, but was quickly suppressed by the pale dragon scales, and the black color retreated back to the tip of the tail.

Xia Feng was finally able to move. He gasped for breath and took a few steps back, looking puzzled.

"Om - hum -"

Divine ripples, interwoven in black and white, spread outwards from the throne in layers.

The golden cross between the goddess's brows flickered rapidly, her imposing vertical pupils narrowing slightly. Her red lips parted, and she spoke in a cold, furrowed voice:

"Why bother? You are already dead in the past. Now I am the Dragon God."

As she finished speaking, her delicate brows furrowed even more tightly, and the light between her brows flickered even faster.

The next moment, his tone became even colder and more authoritative, as if he had become a different person: "But facts have proven that the current Di Si is not a qualified Dragon God. So, Ninth Incarnation, be prepared, I will return."

"Furthermore, I warn you one last time: do not make peace with believers again! You will defile your divine body!"

She glanced coldly at Xia Feng, and as she spoke, the cross between her brows finally stopped flashing, and the dragon tail returned to its pale white color, untouched by dust.

After the mysterious being departed.

The woman in the star-patterned dress still had her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her vertical pupils flashed with cold annoyance. This guy, an existence that should have been extinct long ago, dares to warn me?
Seeing that Di Si had finally returned to normal, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but felt helpless. Indeed, serving a ruler was like walking on thin ice; he had felt like he was really going to die.

"Lord Dragon God, what just happened?" he asked in confusion.

Di Si raised her eyes, her vertical pupils fixed on the believer: "My eighth incarnation."

"The eighth incarnation?" Xia Feng was taken aback.

Di Si did not continue to answer, but narrowed her vertical pupils slightly, patted her sacred star skirt that covered her round thighs, and coldly commanded: "Come up."

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Miss Evil Dragon, you're getting more and more self-righteous!
Xia Feng silently took a few more steps forward, and under the gaze of those pale, vertical pupils, he placed his hand on the shoulders of the woman on the throne and straddled her star-patterned dress.

As the believer's powerful masculine aura approached, the woman on the throne pressed her legs together. Her vertical pupils narrowed almost imperceptibly, and the pale dragon tail that had been wrapped around her thighs under her skirt quickly encircled the believer's calves.

She slowly raised her vertical pupils, her slender hand gently encircling the believer's waist, meeting the dark eyes of the man who looked up from close range.

"Om-"

At that moment, Xia Feng noticed that the cross between Miss Evil Dragon's eyebrows began to flash again, and her vertical pupils, which looked down at him, revealed a struggling coldness, twisting and trembling.

Xia Feng realized that the mysterious being of the so-called eighth incarnation had returned.

The Eighth Incarnation's slender hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, trying to push him away. Her vertical pupils grew even colder, but her red lips parted slightly to command: "Believer, bear the pain for me."

Looking at the cold, even faintly blazing, vertical pupils before him, Xia Feng felt a strange sensation in his heart. However, he still obeyed the order, directly pulling away the woman's hands that were pushing him away, hooking her delicate chin, and lowering his head to precisely seal her red lips.

"!!!"

The vertical pupils, so close at hand, froze for a moment, then surged with boundless rage, pushing back with even greater force.

Xia Feng's dark eyes turned slightly cold as he pulled her hands up to the back of the chair above her head, forcing her to twist her waist in resistance, but all her efforts were in vain.

“Ninth generation—!” The angry, resentful voice that spilled from her red lips was cold and soft, and indistinct.

Di Si did not control her right to speak, letting the Eighth Incarnation struggle. She simply felt the blasphemy of the believer and the increasingly burning body of the believer.

(End of this chapter)