I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 619. Crimson
The young man with heterochromia, seated in a wheelchair, gradually approached with Kenshin's help.

Ten meters, nine meters.
No, how did you get back from here?
Freya was startled and somewhat bewildered. Before she could even process what was happening, the heterochromatic-eyed youth, being pushed in his wheelchair, gradually drew closer.

Five meters, four meters.
On Ye Lidong's handsome face, his heterochromatic red and blue eyes showed no emotion, as if they had already pierced through glass and met her gaze.

"Ye Li—he's outside!"

“I know.” Xia Feng glanced sideways at the heterochromatic-eyed man outside.

The wheelchair had already been pushed to the glass window. Those indifferent heterochromatic eyes stared at her and Xia Feng. He raised his right hand and tapped the glass with his knuckles, making two 'thump-thump' sounds.

"Leah, the banquet starts in half an hour, remember not to be late."

A soft laugh came from outside the glass window from Ye Lidongjun, “Also, haven’t you always wanted to kill that evil scoundrel named Xia Feng? According to intelligence, I have already found the trace of that maggot.”

Xia Feng glanced at the wheelchair-bound youth outside again. His heterochromatic eyes were strangely indifferent, and his lips were curved in a gentle smile.

"Oh, right, kid, remember to restore the spiritual energy supply to the [Curtain Wall] as well."

Ye Lidong's voice continued, coldly commanding, "Hurry up."

The "glass wall" likely refers to this massive glass wall that separates the inside from the outside.

Inside, you can see and even hear sounds from outside, but outside, you can't observe what's inside.

Xia Feng understood, but before he could think further, Teacher Fu had already wrapped her fair arms around his neck, her rosy eyes staring straight at him.

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For some reason, Xia Feng noticed that under Teacher Fu's spiritual pressure fluctuations, the pale blood in his veins seemed to be boiling.

A wave of spiritual evolution swept over him, and he quickly looked inward, only to be surprised to find that the purity of his pale bloodline was increasing.

At the same time, the dragon's tail at the base of the soul's spine began to grow slowly.

Unfortunately, it only grew by 1 centimeter before stopping.

Teacher Fu, leaning against the glass wall, also sensed something unusual. The fiery red blood in her veins was boiling, her dragon blood evolving.

She is a divine half-dragon, whose bloodline originates from [Crimson Dragon King Isamir]. However, her bloodline is incomplete and has not evolved into a true dragon king-level bloodline.

At this moment, she clearly felt her physique increasing, her spiritual energy rapidly expanding, and her spiritual pressure density increasing.

"Teacher Fu, what's going on?" Xia Feng asked in a hoarse voice.

Freya leaned weakly against the glass wall, glaring at the little brat. "It's the effect of the Dragon Cultivation Fruit."

Dragon Cultivation Fruit? Xia Feng asked in confusion.

Freya had actually discovered Ye Lidongjun's intentions long ago. She secretly fed her the Dragon Cultivation Fruit, intending to drug her after the birthday banquet and gain the ability to transform into a dragon.

If she doesn't quickly deplete the effects of the Dragon Cultivation Fruit within two days, she might even be overwhelmed by lust.

Ye Lidongjun probably held this view, believing victory was assured. Fortunately, she knew Xiao Feng was also a divine half-dragon.
Furthermore, Xiao Feng's dragon bloodline rank is extremely high, which can easily deplete the dragon cultivation power within her body.

That's why she didn't refuse to eat the Dragon Cultivation Fruit last night.

Freya glanced at the glass wall outside, where Ye Lidong was speaking to himself in a low voice, his heterochromatic eyes deep and unfathomable.

Her beautiful eyes were cold and sharp, and she didn't bother to listen to what Ye Lidongjun had to say. She simply leaned against Xia Feng's chest and softly explained:

"The Dragon Cultivation Fruit allows two half-dragons whose bloodlines are not fully activated to further evolve their bloodlines during reproduction."

"If one of the half-dragons possesses the ability to transform into a dragon, then the other half-dragon can also evolve the dragon transformation ability that originally belonged to the dragon race during the process of reproduction."

"Is this for real?" Xia Feng was surprised, but he quickly realized something was wrong.

"But I feel like apart from the dragon's tail getting a little longer, there's no other change?"

"You brat, you have the bloodline of the Dragon God, right?" Freya had actually guessed Xia Feng's bloodline origin long ago.

"Ah."

"If it's the bloodline of the Dragon God, the power of one Dragon Cultivation Fruit is naturally not enough."

So that’s it.
But whatever, Xia Feng himself didn't have any expectations for this [Dragon Transformation] ability anyway.

But I still casually asked, "How many do you want?"

"How would the teacher know? I haven't tried it."

Freya slapped Xia Feng on the back of the head, giving him a mocking look with her beautiful eyes. "You can't even exhaust the dragon cultivation power in Teacher's body. I advise you not to think too much about it."

Xia Feng was caught off guard and bumped his forehead against the glass, wincing in pain.

He immediately flew into a rage and grabbed the red-haired woman, pinning her hands above her head:
Freya: ".!!!"

Outside the glass curtain wall, the birthday party seemed to be about to begin.

Kenshin pushed the wheelchair-bound youth to the side of the throne.

The high-backed chair, exuding a dignified and noble air, sat atop a semi-circular platform.

Ye Lidongjun seemed to have no intention of sitting on the throne; his heterochromatic eyes were fixed on it with a look of longing in them.

Xia Feng's dark gaze swept over Freya's fair and delicate shoulders, then he looked at Ye Lidongjun outside the glass with a puzzled expression. "Teacher Freya, whose throne is that?"

"!"

Freya tilted her cold, beautiful face upturned. Without turning around, she knew what Xia Feng was asking. She covered her mouth to suppress the slippery sound in her throat and explained softly, "Shang Jue, that is, my father's."

(End of this chapter)