I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 648. The Comatose Empress

Or they could directly unleash their trump card—the B-grade Spirit Robe: Sea of ​​Memories.

If the empress wants to humiliate him, then he will fight to the death and show the empress a multi-camera panoramic video of 'blaspheming the dragon god'!
Let's all die together!
However, just as Xia Feng was wavering between suicide and a fight to the death, he discovered that the Empress did not take any further action after speaking.

He looked up in confusion.
The woman on the throne frowned, one hand covering her forehead, the other gripping the armrest tightly. Beneath her fitted, dark gold imperial dress, her body trembled slightly.

Kuala-la-la—

At the same time, the chains of law binding Xia Feng suddenly shattered.

Xia Feng landed, took out a set of clothes from his spatial storage and put them on, while observing the woman on the throne with a hesitant look in his eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

Circles of divine golden waves rippled outwards from the Empress's throne, indicating that the Empress's condition was clearly unstable.

The pale, vertical pupils slightly lifted Xia Feng's eyes. Although his face was pale, his tone remained calm. "After re-establishing a connection with the original body, I also need to bear the pain that the original body endures."

"Such a thing is possible?" Xia Feng was slightly surprised.

Before he could ask any more questions, the ripples of divine energy suddenly dissipated, and the woman sitting on the throne swayed, then leaned back and fell unconscious.

The space returned to silence.

Xia Feng: "."

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" he asked tentatively.

Wait ten seconds.

no respond.

Xia Feng pondered for a moment, then waited silently for another ten seconds.

Seeing that the other party still showed no signs of waking up, he narrowed his dark eyes and took a step, flying straight up into the clouds.

Soon they arrived in front of the majestic, pale dragon head and placed their feet on it.

The woman in the imperial dress lay on her back with her legs placed in front of the imperial throne. Beneath the dark gold hem of her dress, which was engraved with dragon patterns, a pale dragon tail drooped limply down her legs to Xia Feng's feet.

Xia Feng's gaze moved upwards, and the dark gold dragon pattern on the dress rode the clouds and mist, traversing the flat snowfield and climbing the majestic peaks.

His gaze finally settled on the pale, taut face of the woman on the throne, whose expression clearly showed she was in great pain.

Seeing this, Xia Feng's expression tightened, because he suddenly realized...

Since the Empress and the Evil Dragon Lady are suffering the same pain,

If the Empress is in such unbearable pain, wouldn't Miss Evil Dragon be in the same situation?
Has the pain intensified?

Xia Feng was worried and frowned in thought. If the pain was the same, wouldn't reducing the Empress's pain also alleviate Miss Evil Dragon's pain?

It won't feel so bad anymore?
Thinking of this, Xia Feng quickly took out a string of candied hawthorns from his spatial storage, stepped forward, and bent down.

They gradually approached the Empress's stunningly beautiful face.

But at that moment, those tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, their cold, vertical pupils filled with vigilance: "What are you doing!"

His murderous intent was fully revealed!
"—!!" Xia Feng's dark pupils shrank suddenly, his soul felt an unprecedented pressure that was enough to kill him, and his face turned pale instantly, blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

"Thud—" He could no longer hold the candied hawthorn skewer, and the bamboo sticks with the bright red fruits side by side fell to the ground, one of them cracking slightly.

The Empress was stunned. She recalled that in her original body's memories, this was a magical food that could alleviate her pain, and that her original body loved to eat it.
So the believer bowed down just now to help me alleviate my pain?

Xia Feng was so shocked that he was forced to take two steps back. The atmosphere froze for two seconds as both of them looked down at the cracked candied hawthorn on the ground.

Xia Feng, expressionless and silent, bent down and slowly picked up the candied hawthorn. Seeing the believer silently trying to take the item back, the Empress frowned: "Wait."

Xia Feng calmly raised his dark eyes.

The woman in the imperial dress pursed her lips: "You actually wanted to give this to me just now, didn't you have other intentions?"

"Otherwise what?" Xia Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. To be honest, he missed Miss Evil Dragon a little. This remnant spirit was really too difficult to communicate with and was also very ruthless.

Hearing Xia Feng's unpleasant tone, the Empress recalled the worried and anxious expression she had seen on Xia Feng's face the moment she opened her eyes.

I didn't think much of it at the time, but now I realize that this believer genuinely cared about her.
She stared at Xia Feng's bleeding lips, her emotions churning, and she frowned and raised her hand.

Xia Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took a step back, causing her to grab at nothing.

The Empress opened her mouth, "..."

She didn't know how to explain for a moment, so she frowned, her face cold, and forcefully grabbed Xia Feng's wrist.

Xia Feng immediately felt a warm current flow from his palm into his limbs and bones, as if he were wandering in a sacred spring in a fairy mountain, nourishing his soul and perfectly repairing the injuries he had just suffered from the Empress's divine wrath.

Even his mental strength has subtly improved.

At the same time, the Empress took the candied hawthorn from his hand.

"I've heard this snack can alleviate pain?" the Empress asked, puzzled. "What's the principle behind it? It doesn't look like some rare spiritual ingredient."

"You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Xia Feng shut his mouth, too lazy to explain, and he really didn't know why Miss Evil Dragon could relieve her pain by eating candied hawthorns.

Maybe you like sweets?
The Empress parted her red lips slightly and gently sucked on a crystal-red fruit. The sweet sensation immediately flowed from the tip of her tongue into her throat. Her cheeks puffed out cutely, and her vertical pupils narrowed as she gently bit and savored the fruit.

Compared to all the delicacies she had ever eaten, this tasted alright.

As for whether it alleviated the pain.
It seems like it is, but it also seems like it isn't?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, she found herself inexplicably wanting to wag her tail. The pale dragon tail under her dark gold imperial skirt rustled and swayed from side to side intermittently.

And it seems that this did indeed distract her, making her feel less pain.

She raised her vertical pupils to look at Xia Feng again. After the pain subsided slightly, she felt that even this arrogant believer was somewhat more pleasing to the eye.

However, the believer seemed to still be in a bad mood because of what had just happened, and his face was cold.

Xia Feng was indeed in a bad mood and was too lazy to pretend to be a respectful subject to this remnant spirit anymore.

However, after seeing the other party eat the candied hawthorn, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the pain seemed to subside, Xia Feng's worries eased a bit, his expression softened, and he decided not to argue with this capricious tyrant any longer.

Anyway, Miss Evil Dragon should be able to get some relief.

The Empress keenly noticed that after she sucked on a candied hawthorn, Xia Feng's expression softened slightly and he was no longer icy cold.

It seems this believer is actually quite easy to please. In a good mood, she nodded softly while biting into the sweet, sugary fruit:
"Considering your concern for me, I will spare you the punishment for your blasphemous act."

Xia Feng: "?"

Concern? Xia Feng was taken aback, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

Seeing that the believer was still somewhat confused, the Empress explained helplessly, "Xia Feng, I am not some capricious god who gets angry for no reason. I was indeed displeased with you before because of my physical form, but as long as you abide by the rules for believers, I will naturally respect you and treat you well."

"."

Hearing the Empress's explanation, Xia Feng wiped the last trace of blood from the corner of his lips, smiled, his dark eyes unusually calm:

"Your Majesty, you think too much."

(End of this chapter)