I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 197 : 178. The Desires of the Dragon God

Two Evil Dragon Misses?

A doppelgänger? Just as Xia Feng puzzled over this in his heart.

The woman in the star-patterned dress standing next to the Divine Throne descended the steps,

Her delicate ankles, entwined by the tail of her dress, peeked out intermittently, her pale and snow-white feet silently stepping on the soft grass, slowly walking toward Xia Feng.

For some reason, as the woman drew closer step by step, Xia Feng's gaze involuntarily fixated on her.

This Evil Dragon Miss was different from the one leaning against the Divine Throne.

Her eyes were adorned with enchanting Dragon Scales and her majestic pale pupils bore a bright, smiling arc. As Xia Feng's dark pupils met hers, his own dilated uncontrollably, his breathing turning rapid.

At that moment, he felt the Evil Dragon Miss was absolutely the most beautiful female in the world! He so wanted... so desired to engage in a vigorous close-quarters battle with this female creature!

Strange and insane thoughts rose up, unstoppable; in his mind, he had already sketched out an image of fiercely battling the Evil Dragon beneath him.

With his mouth dry and tongue scorched, he was intoxicated under the Evil Dragon Miss's vertical pupil gaze, her noble face with an endless charm up close.

The Evil Dragon Miss seemed not at all surprised by Xia Feng's increasingly dumbfounded and lost state, simply tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile, parting her lips, "Do I look beautiful?"

"!" Xia Feng's heart leapt to his throat, and in the lost and sinking field of vision, all that remained was the Evil Dragon Miss's serene smile and those gently opening and closing lips, as soft and luscious as a rose.

The world went silent.

Those smiling lips slowly approached and whispered into his ear, a cool voice breathing between his hair and ear, "Answer me, do I look beautiful?"

"...Beautiful." Xia Feng's pupils alternately scattered and focused, his cheeks flushed with intoxication, he murmured lowly, "Beautiful..."

The woman in the star-patterned dress took a step back, her hand gently caressing Xia Feng's cheek, her eccentric vertical pupils like a deep, bottomless white abyss, wanting to capture Xia Feng's spirit within, "Human, then what are you waiting for?"

As the woman's lofty voice resounded, Xia Feng, without thinking, raised his hands, gently embracing the Evil Dragon Miss's slender waist, the touch more real than expected, pulling her into his embrace.

Yet at that moment, he only felt his spirit scatter, his soul aching as if compressed, ready to disintegrate and be swallowed into the abyss.

But Xia Feng didn't understand what was happening to himself; even if he were to die, he still held the Evil Dragon Miss tightly, wanting to feel the softness in his arms before life's end, not wasting a second.

"Come back!"

As if a majestic and cold bell hung high from the heavens, that clear voice struck deep into Xia Feng's soul, jolting him awake.

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Countless dark mist chains shot out from the Divine Throne, wrapping around the Evil Dragon Miss's waist in Xia Feng's embrace, encircling her wrists and ankles, forcefully pulling her back!

Retracting into the body of the woman on the Divine Throne.

The Evil Dragon Miss's body fused instantly as one with the woman's body on the Divine Throne.

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But the Evil Dragon Miss seemed to still be struggling, her hands reaching to strangle the neck of the woman on the Divine Throne at the moment, gradually virtualizing and dissipating, still causing damage to the woman.

A small trail of blood emerged on the sleek neck, the bright golden blood trailing down the pale collarbone gradually flowing downward, disappearing into the darkness.

The woman on the Divine Throne closed the book in her hands, and after the faint flush on her face had faded, she looked up, her vertical pupils calmly gazing down at Xia Feng below, "My Believer, you have come at an inopportune time."

Recovered from the brink of death, Xia Feng clutched his chest, still trembling from the close call, but the desire within him hadn't faded. He shook his head, trying to calm his mind, and looked up in confusion, "So, Dragon God, what was that just now...."

"Desire."

The woman on the Divine Throne spoke with a detached tone, "I am about to reach my maturity, and these increasingly rampant reproductive desires have rebounded against my suppression, mutating under the influence of Evil Power and backfiring upon myself. To suppress these ever-stronger desires once again, I had no choice but to separate them from me, creating an incarnation of desire."

"And just as the incarnation of desire was formed, you barged in, causing me to nearly be overrun by it."

"Ah, sorry about that."

"There is no blame on you, for the ignorant are faultless," the woman on the Divine Throne shook her head, "I only wish to remind you that you've now been tainted by my desires."

Xia Feng, still with a somewhat dry throat, bent at the waist. Indeed, he still very much wanted to have an encounter with Evil Dragon Miss.

"However, it's not such a big deal. To rid yourself of these desires is not difficult, you simply need to engage in relations with a female continuously for a hundred days, after which they will be eradicated."

"What?" Xia Feng looked up incredulously, suspecting he had heard wrong. What kind of heaven-defying toxin was this?

"What's the matter?" Seeing Xia Feng's distress, the woman on the Divine Throne asked with a hint of confusion, "According to the age calculation of your Human Race, you should be of age and married by now, right? Do you not have a partner yet?"

"..."

This wasn't about whether he had a partner or not! Xia Feng felt like he was splitting apart. Continue for a hundred days? What did she think he was, a plush toy?

"Oh right, now I remember," Evil Dragon Miss seemed to suddenly recall something and nodded, "The durations that males of your Human Race can partake in are very short, unable to maintain for years like the Dragon Clan can."

"....?!!" Xia Feng was expressionless. He felt deeply insulted. Damn it! What kind of freakish race were the Dragon Clan, evolving to this extent just for the sake of progeny?!

With an internal rant, Xia Feng frowned helplessly and said, "So, Dragon God, is there any other way?"

After a moment's silence, Disi pursed her lips and nodded, speaking in a muted tone, "Indeed, there is one other method. My blood can also rid you of your desire, but there's a very small chance that the Human Race consuming 'Dragon Spirit Blood' might undergo a transformation, developing Dragon Race traits, and become a Half-Dragon. This wouldn't be good for you."

Upon hearing this, Xia Feng was stunned. Evil Dragon Miss had previously introduced him to some aspects of the Dragon Clan.

Apart from the pure-blood Dragon Clan, there were also Half-Dragons and Dragon Descendants. Half-Dragons were those who, nourished by Dragon Blood or under the influence of certain spiritual materials, exhibited dragon-like traits.

Dragon Descendants were essentially the complete form of Half-Dragons; they possessed the appearance of the Human Race but similarly had the ability to transform into dragons. Throughout Dragon Clan history, the number of Dragon Descendants could be counted on one's fingers.

"Furthermore, my Spirit Blood also harbors vast Evil Power. It's quite likely you would not be able to withstand it—" She stopped mid-sentence, as her words halted, noticing the sudden brightness in Xia Feng's eyes, filled with excitement as he gazed at her.

"...."

Alright, she had forgotten; to alleviate my suffering from the Great Evil, this human Believer would be willing to do anything.

Never mind, Disi shook her head and, with a faint look in her vertical pupils, said, "Human, if you don't mind possibly growing a dragon's tail in the future, then I can bestow upon you the Dragon Spirit Blood to eliminate your desire."

In fact, Xia Feng had long since stopped wanting to be human! Besides, growing just a dragon's tail, what was there to fear? Thinking this, his eyes alight, he approached the Divine Throne.

Reaching the proximity of the woman on the Divine Throne.

Disi's divine eyes lifted slightly, and within her puzzled gaze, Xia Feng slowly bowed his head, seemingly moving towards the wound on her neck.

Her slight wound on the neck hadn't healed yet, the bright gold blood dripped down her pale skin, slowly flowing over her delicately curved collarbone, forming a pool of Divine Blood.

"No, wait a second." Evil Dragon Miss snapped back to reality and hurriedly pressed down on Xia Feng's shoulder.