I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 892. I said, I am very satisfied with him.

Xia Feng had long been prepared that the Empress would not fulfill the contract, and he also wanted to see if this guy would suffer any backlash from the laws after violating the Heavenly God's Dao Contract.

But judging from the Empress's attitude, it seems she still intends to do something...not so good.

"Your Majesty, please answer my question directly. Are you willing to honor your promise and fulfill the contract?" Xia Feng asked in a deep voice.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was lifted into the air, and the surrounding light and shadows moved backward in an instant, hovering in front of the throne in the blink of an eye.

The woman on the throne looked exactly like Miss Evil Dragon. Her hair, styled in a high bun with a golden hairpin, was also a soft, cloud-gray color. The only difference was that she didn't have the pale dragon scales extending from the corners of her eyes. Her vertical pupils gave her a domineering and unparalleled beauty, exuding an aura of majesty.

Beneath the dark gold imperial skirt, the pale dragon tail rustled and moved, its trembling tip quietly climbing up Xia Feng's calf and wrapping around his ankle.

Xia Feng's shoulders twitched as he was suddenly pulled by the tail. He instinctively staggered forward a few steps, his black pupils dilated, and he leaned forward, his hands directly bracing themselves on the thighs of the woman on the throne.

Beneath his dark gold imperial skirt, his thighs were crossed, and he leaned back languidly, his vertical pupils looking down with indifferent indifference: "For the past two years, this is how you have desecrated my true form, isn't it?"

"..." The sacred imperial skirt fluttered, her smooth calves lifted, and her toes stepped squarely on the red heart, thud—Xia Feng's breath hitched.

He tilted his head back, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, momentarily unable to understand the woman's intentions.

"Doesn't Your Majesty the Empress proclaim yourself a divine ruler? What, are you now going to do something improper with me, a believer?"

As he spoke, Xia Feng reached down with his right hand and grasped the woman's snowy ankle with his large hand, which was icy cold to the touch.

The woman on the throne had a calm gaze, her face languidly tilted to the side, and said in a low voice: "Last time I already admitted that I am not your god, so why should I follow those ethics and virtues?"

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Xia Feng could no longer tolerate the wicked empress's arrogant bullying. He let out a soft breath and grabbed her ankle.

Surprisingly, it actually works.

He swiftly grabbed the woman's wrists and forcefully pinned them above her soft, gray hair.

Xia Feng looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his eyes, and met her gaze with those cold and aloof eyes that could dominate the three realms.

His beautiful, dignified, vertically oriented white pupils dilated slightly.

Staring at the red lips so close to his face, he deliberately lowered his head to kiss her, but the woman in the imperial dress still didn't react.

He paused, his gaze rising upwards. "Does His Majesty truly allow me to bully you without resistance?"

The empress pursed her lips, and the pale tips of the tails wrapped around her ankles under her imperial skirt trembled uncontrollably, swaying from side to side.

This disrespectful and wicked believer smelled wonderful; just his physical presence excited her dragon tail.

The sight of her hands being so violently held above her head by believers, her slender neck tilted back and forced to look up at them, was truly humiliating and an insult to her dignity as a deity.

But she did not resist in the end, only looking up at Xia Feng with her vertical pupils: "I know that the pain of knocking on the Heavenly Gate is equivalent to the power of the seal. I am very satisfied that you were able to endure such pain for me. Therefore, I will allow you to do any transgression today. You can do whatever evil you want, and I will not punish you."

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Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, then realized that the Empress knew about his knocking on the Heavenly Gate back then.

Is it to reward his unwavering will and courage for not resisting?

what is this?
If the boss can't pay wages, is compensation the only option?
"Your Majesty, I must remind you again, I am not doing this for you, I am doing this for the true Dragon God!" Xia Feng smiled slightly.

That’s it again!
"..." Again, that phrase! The woman in the imperial dress's sacred, abyss-like vertical pupils instantly narrowed to pinpoints.

"Buzz—!!!" An invisible, terrifying pressure suddenly spread outwards, and the entire dark yet vast and lonely temple of the gods trembled slightly.

Xia Feng's body sank, his breath almost stopped, and his scalp tingled.

The vertical pupils of Yuan Bai, so close at hand, were extremely dangerous. It seemed that if Xia Feng didn't take any further action, he would truly fall into the abyss of despair!

Done!

It seems I've completely enraged her!
What to do? This is a huge mistake!

Xia Feng didn't expect the Empress to be so easily provoked. She tricked him into revealing her ultimate move with just a little provocation. What should he do?
His mind raced, but unable to think of a solution, he stared at the stunningly beautiful face before him and her tightly pursed crimson lips. He suddenly lowered his head!

A forced kiss!

"Ugh—!" A visible blush rose from the bottom of her stunningly beautiful face, and her narrow, silvery-white vertical pupils began to distort and tremble.

Buzz! The invisible pressure within the dim temple grew even more terrifying, forming gusts of wind and golden light.

Xia Feng's heart leaped into his throat, his nostrils flared, and he was being stared at intently by the narrow, vertical pupils of the camera. Ignoring everything else, he continued to lean forward with all his might.

The empress still did not resist, allowing him to commit his blasphemous acts.

She's not joking? She really lets me do whatever I want?
With a rustling sound, Xia Feng suddenly felt a jolt as the cool scales of the dragon's tail slid up his thigh and circled around his waist.

With a gentle tap of the tip of its tail on his lower back, his Abyss Black Dragon Tail uncontrollably and automatically detached itself.

That evil empress...she's trying to stalk him again!

He hadn't even had a tail-tie with Miss Evil Dragon yet, but last time this little remnant soul forcibly tailed him once. This time, he absolutely couldn't let her succeed!

Xia Feng activated the abyssal wicked power remaining in the dragon's tail. Although the three thousand years of wicked desire had been exhausted and only a trace of energy remained, it was still enough to arouse the pale dragon god's disgust and even hatred!

The pale dragon tail that slithered up suddenly stopped just as it was about to wrap around the tip of the dark dragon's tail.

The mutually repulsive auras were so close, face to face, that the two dragon tails involuntarily bristled, their scales rising and falling in layers, the tips of their tails gleaming with a dangerous black and white cold light.

Like two cats that are hostile to each other.

But the next moment, what made Xia Feng's scalp tingle was that the pale dragon tail only paused for a moment before arching its body, like an evil snake about to attack its prey, spitting out apricots and moving forward to attack and feed.

Xia Feng was anxious and secretly worried. He subconsciously grabbed the soft, bouncy tail tip that was reaching upwards.

"Buzz—!!" The pale dragon tail froze instantly, as if it had been stimulated in an instant, and a sensitive current surged from its tailbone all the way to its hip.

Then, following the beautiful spine down to the back of her neck, the woman in the imperial dress involuntarily tilted her swan-like neck back, her pale vertical pupils narrowing into a dangerous slit.

Looking up at the believer's arrogant yet audacious demeanor, she was momentarily dazed. So this was what it felt like to be blasphemed by this evil believer? How strange.
The blush on her face had long since faded, replaced by a dignified and indifferent expression, but the roots of her ears, hidden beneath her soft, gray hair, remained a deep, burning red.

Fortunately, the believers cannot see it.

But the main body will see it.

As for the main body, I have said I am very satisfied with him, and he will act on your behalf as a disciple of the gods!

(End of this chapter)