I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 894. Just pretend. I am her.

After an unknown amount of time, the evil empress seemed to have finally had her fill of fun. She leaned back lazily, her beautiful eyelashes drooping slightly.

Her dignified face and red lips were tightly pursed, as if she were trying to regulate her rapid breathing.

After a short while, she calmly opened her eyes, her vertical pupils looking down at him with disdain: "If there is nothing else, you may leave. I need to rest."

"???"

Xia Feng was drenched in sweat, his breathing was heavy, and he was exhausted. He slowly raised his head and asked, "Has Your Majesty forgotten something?"

"Oh? Is there anything else?" The Empress asked, feigning confusion as she looked down at him with her imposing gaze.

"The Heavenly God's Contract clearly states that after helping His Majesty obtain the Spirit Paper of the Ember Sun Divine Realm, His Majesty must help me go to the sealed land."

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly, "What, does Your Majesty intend to defy the power of the laws of the Heavenly God's Covenant?"

The so-called Celestial God Contract is a special contract that can bind gods.

Empress Tianwu is currently only a remnant soul and has not yet recovered her full strength. At most, her strength is at the level of a Heavenly God. If a contract is made in this state, she will also be bound by it.

Seeing the believer's confident demeanor, Empress Tianwu's vertical pupils showed great interest. She remained silent, but instead opened her palm, and the divine Dao Contract, radiating a divine golden light, condensed in her palm.

Under Xia Feng's questioning gaze, the Empress clenched her slender hand and crushed the Dao Contract, turning it into spiritual light and ashes, disappearing without a trace.

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The atmosphere inside the temple remained silent for a full ten seconds.

However, Empress Tianwu did not suffer any backlash from the laws. Although Xia Feng had expected this situation.

"Would you like to know why?" The woman in the imperial dress leaned to the side, her face slightly parted, and glanced indifferently at the man on her lap.

Xia Feng remained expressionless, but a slight smirk played on his lips as he asked, "Why?"

"Because the Temple of Apocalypse not only isolates itself from all external divine attacks and spying, but also isolates it from the power of the laws of the Origin Heavenly Dao."

"This kind of Dao contract, which is based on the constraints of the [Origin Heavenly Dao], is just a piece of waste paper even if it is signed in the temple and has no effect whatsoever."

The woman in the imperial dress, like a victor displaying her masterpiece, gently lifted Xia Feng's chin with her delicate fingertips. "Have you understood, my believer?"

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Good, good, good! It has to be you, Evil Empress!!
Fortunately, I never trusted you, so I found Black Crow Feather as a backup plan in advance.

Xia Feng gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.

but
"Origin of the Heavenly Dao, what is this?" Xia Feng asked in confusion.

The Empress shook her head: "You can't understand this matter unless you reach the divine realm. Just regard Him as the will of the world."

"The will of the world, huh?" Xia Feng nodded and stood up. Although his legs were still a little weak, he was finally able to stand steadily. He pretended to be respectful, cupped his hands, and smiled, "Your Majesty, if there is nothing urgent, I will take my leave."

With that, he turned around and headed down the steps.

Suddenly—her ankle was once again quickly coiled and pulled by the tail tip.

"..." Xia Feng turned around in confusion.

The woman on the throne, her small face dignified, remained silent for a moment before pursing her lips and saying, "You're just giving up like this?"

"Giving up what?"

"Give up returning to the sealed land, and go to see the other emperor."

"Hehe~ Your Majesty, you've already used such insidious means to trick me, and you still dare to ask this question? What, do you think you'll agree to my request again if I beg you?" "Of course not."

"That's it." Xia Feng pulled hard on his right foot, but the dragon's tail tightened its grip, preventing him from leaving.

The woman on the throne stared at the believer's retreating figure, her fingertips gripping the edge of the chair tightly. "Since you can't return to the sealed land and see her, you might as well stay here and keep me company a little longer."

"?" Xia Feng was stunned. No, you were just acting like you were about to kick me out after you'd finished pulling up your pants, how come you want it again after only two minutes?
"Why don't you just pretend I'm her?"

Xia Feng's neck stiffened slightly, and he blinked. "No way, Your Majesty, your tone is a bit humble."

Could it be that he's really jealous of the original body? Xia Feng was hesitant and didn't know how to respond.

After all, he sometimes couldn't distinguish between the eighth and ninth incarnations, especially after the remnant soul of the eighth incarnation became more and more gentle and friendly towards him, which made him even more dazed. Just now, during several kisses, he really thought he had returned to the World Tree and that the person in front of him was the real Miss Evil Dragon.

"You always say that I am not the original self, but in reality you know that I just lack the memories of being with you. But now, the memories of being with you are back. My believer, are you still going to run away? Are you still unwilling to admit that I am actually your god?"

A calm and dignified divine voice came from behind, penetrating straight into his soul. Xia Feng was stunned again. What it said seemed to make some sense.
Weird!

In any case, you evil empress will not be able to stop me from returning to the sealed land!!
Xia Feng can now barely distinguish between the Empress and the Evil Dragon Miss.

Miss Evil Dragon's personality is more reserved. When she wants to do something bad, she likes to find all sorts of excuses and keeps all her thoughts to herself.

The Evil Empress is different. When she wants to do bad things, she will make up all sorts of excuses, but she will be more forceful. If she can't find an excuse, she will just give up and deal with you directly. She is bolder than her original self.

"Ignore me? Very well." The majestic voice rang out again. "My believer, you have three seconds to decide whether to continue blaspheming me as your true self, or to continue helping me resolve my wicked desires as an ally. Choose!"

Is there a difference?
"Three, one, no words, that means you agree that I am the true form."

"!"

Whoosh—the dragon's tail exerted force, and Xia Feng spun around and flew backward onto the woman on the throne, his face buried deep in the magnificent darkness.

"You have blasphemed me!"

A stern command came from above. Xia Feng looked up, speechless as he gazed at the woman's stunningly beautiful face.

I understand now. The Evil Empress's skin is much thicker than Miss Evil Dragon's.

Before Xia Feng could say anything more, his head was once again pressed into the abyss of the canyon, and his lips and nose were blocked from breathing.

"Fine, seeing how unwilling you are, keep me company and talk for a while."

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Then let go of me and let me breathe properly.

"What did you say?" A buzzing sound came from deep within the bulge of the imperial skirt. The woman raised her small face, her gaze piercing through the temple walls, looking towards the distant starry sky, and whispered.
"Tell me about the outside world, tell me about the people and things you've encountered since you can remember."

"There's not much to say about this."

"Believers, as your God, I have a responsibility and a need to understand you better."

"But I've discussed all of this with the original body. Your Majesty, didn't you receive the original body's memories? You should know all of this."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth!"

"Fine, fine, I'll talk." A helpless hum came through.
The woman in the imperial dress gently stroked Xia Feng's black hair with her slender hands, as if petting a cat. Her vertical pupils narrowed contentedly as she listened quietly.

Of course, Xia Feng only selectively recounted his past; he was most adept at embellishing and fabricating stories.

"In my memories of your original self, you are accompanied by an extremely evil and arrogant witch. Tell me about her."

(End of this chapter)