I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 626. Mu Qingtong, that evil woman.
In fact, the power of the Dragon Cultivation Fruit also has a certain aphrodisiac effect.

The longer it accumulates, the stronger its effect becomes.

Therefore, Ye Lidong knew that Freya's walking posture was a bit awkward when she left Gardenia Garden and went downstairs, which was probably due to Long Xiuguo.

Even now.

On the second floor in the distance, Leia, dressed in a wine-red fishtail gown, was dignified and elegant. However, her strange behavior of occasionally patting her thigh with her right hand and pressing her lower abdomen with her left hand undoubtedly proved that her dragon cultivation power had reached its peak.

Leia couldn't take it anymore.

Having uncovered the truth, Ye Lidongjun found it quite amusing and curled his lips into a smile, quietly appreciating Freya's slightly furrowed brows and annoyed, embarrassed expression.

"Xia Feng! Don't go too far!" Freya scolded angrily, pressing her thigh tightly. "Ye Lidongjun is looking over here!"

Xia Feng was also helpless: "Teacher Fu, I can't do anything about it. That evil woman Mu Qingtong just won't stop, she keeps sending me messages."

This also caused the finger bones to vibrate continuously.

It's not that he's become addicted to bullying Teacher Fu.
Really not!
"Congratulations, Mr. Dongjun, on your successful interpretation of the sacred text."

"Mr. Dongjun."

Congratulations echoed throughout the hall. Ye Lidongjun smiled faintly, nodded, and casually snapped his fingers.

On the semi-circular platform at the top floor, layers of golden steps lit up, rapidly extending downwards to the handrail on the second floor, where Freya stood.

"Leya, come on up, I'll take you somewhere." The young man in the wheelchair smiled warmly.

Freya looked up at the sky, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed. She naturally knew Ye Lidongjun's purpose.

Ye Lidongjun believed that the dragon cultivation power within her still existed, and wanted to take this opportunity to cultivate with her.

"What do we do now, you brat?" she thought anxiously.

"Go up and meet him. About fifty meters away is enough." Xia Feng could also hear Freya's panic, and said seriously, "Teacher Freya, don't panic, I'm here for you."

"Okay," Freya replied in her heart.

Although she didn't know how Xia Feng would deal with a powerhouse like Ye Lidongjun, and this place was Ye Lidongjun's territory, full of his subordinates, this little brat had repeatedly surprised her.

So she chose to completely trust this student who was already much stronger than her. If all else failed, she could choose to completely transform into a dragon and fight to the death!
Calming herself, Freya looked serene as she lifted her high heels.

The people in the hall looked up at the woman in the fishtail dress, who had a cold and elegant demeanor. Her hair was styled in a black hairpin, and she took long strides as she ascended the seemingly heavenly golden steps.

The atmosphere was quiet, and no one dared to breathe loudly, as if making even the slightest sound at this sacred moment would be a grave sin.

Ye Lidong looked at the crowd on the first floor of the main hall and said calmly and gently, "Everyone, I am very sorry, but I have some important matters to discuss with my wife. Please make yourselves at this time."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers again, and the golden staircase carried Freya rapidly upwards, reaching the same height as the semi-circular star platform.

At the same time, layers of milky white and pale gold light suddenly appeared on the semi-circular platform, extending infinitely.

Everyone in the hall looked up in astonishment, only to find the ceiling transformed into a golden stream of light, and Ye Lidongjun and Freya vanished into the sky. Freya frowned; she clearly sensed a spatial force acting upon her and looked around.

The surrounding scenery has completely changed.

She came to a sea of ​​gardenias, where endless white petals spread out, blooming and blossoming, pure and immaculate.

The clouds in the sky were pale gold, without the sun or moon, but there was a beautiful sunset scene.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, and the air was filled with the fragrance of gardenias.

"So, do you like this world?"

In the distance, the young man in the wheelchair, propelled by Kenshin, slowly approached.

Freya's beautiful eyes continued to scan the surroundings, and she quickly noticed something.

In the beautiful sky where golden clouds drifted, countless ancient and eerie characters could be vaguely seen cascading down like a waterfall.

As I stared intently at the characters, I felt my mind become foggy, my nerves throb, and a faint, eerie murmur echoed in my ears.

Nyarlathotep
Nyarlathotep
Scalp tingling!

Xia Feng quickly averted his gaze, and Freya also frowned and lowered her eyes, looking again at the young man in the wheelchair in the distance, puzzled:

"Where is this place?"

Ye Lidong smiled faintly: "The relic of the gods, the Nyarlathotep Illusionary World, can create a virtual world based on imagination."

"Nyarlathotep? Is there such a god in history?"

“Leah, you should know about the Roulette of Life game. This item is an unexpected reward obtained after completing the hunting mission in the Roulette of Life game. As for which god it came from, I have no idea.”

The wheelchair-bound youth had deep, heterochromatic eyes. "Heh~ But it's said that the Wheel of Life is related to the Star God of Life. This relic of the gods might have come from that Star God."

Hearing Ye Lidongjun's explanation, Xia Feng seemed to be deep in thought, and then glanced at the sky again.

Nyarlathotep
Among the dense, eerie characters, one can vaguely see the six words 'Nyarlathotep'.

Could this be the true name of the Star God of Life?
Xia Feng didn't feel the sacred and inviolable divinity of the gods; instead, he felt a strange and malevolent aura.

Really strange.

"Leya".

Pushed by Jianxin, the wheelchair rolled over the grass and slowly approached. Ye Lidongjun's smile was gentle, but the tyranny and madness that had been suppressed for many years in his bewitching heterochromatic eyes were about to be concealed.

His heterochromatic gaze swept over the beautiful, cold face of the woman in the red dress in the distance.
"You don't look quite right. Are you feeling unwell?"

The young man with heterochromia lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips and smiled faintly, "If you need help, you can tell me. After all, we are husband and wife."

(End of this chapter)