I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 198 : 179. Bloodsucking
Evil Dragon Miss's palms were soft, yet her strength was immense, preventing Xia Feng from making any progress, which made him look up in confusion.
"Blood, I can give you. There's no need for you to lick..." Disi spoke with a hint of helplessness in her dignified and indifferent vertical pupils.
"..."
Right, that seems true, Xia Feng came back to his senses but then shook his head, his gaze devout and fervent, "Dragon God, it's not licking, but biting. I wish to suck the Dragon Spirit Blood from your neck! This way, I can also absorb the suffering of the Evil Power within you, even more efficiently than before!"
"...That is not permissible," the woman on the Divine Throne said, pressing her lips together in negation.
"Why?"
"Xia Feng, you must understand, as my Believer, not only must you be devout and loyal, but you also must uphold the decorum and morals," Disi said gravely, "I have already been magnanimous in allowing you to step onto the Divine Throne; if you were again to lick my Divine Body, that would be the sin of blasphemy, and I should rightfully bestow upon you a divine punishment! Granting you an eternal suffering that you cannot transcend."
"...Dragon God, to correct once more, it is biting, not licking."
"Hm?!"
"Alright then, Dragon God, if you believe that to be desecration and wish to punish me, I am willing at heart!" Xia Feng once again professed his fanatical devotion, "As long as I can more efficiently bear the Evil Power for you, I am willing to assume the sin of Desecrating Dragon God!"
With Xia Feng's earnest and strong words, Disi was taken aback.
Xia Feng lowered his gaze slightly, from his perspective he could see the snow-tender and exquisite collarbones like two white jade light boats berthed upon the icy surface of snow, and upon them, the intoxicating Divine Liquid rippled with golden allure.
Above the fair neck, where the wounds were healing slowly, fine golden blood seeped out, glittering with a captivating strange light.
Without hesitation any longer, Xia Feng forcefully pulled away Evil Dragon Miss's wrist and, bending his head quickly, began cleaning the wound.
"You—" Disi came to her senses, not expecting this mad Believer to dare such audacity, acting forcefully without her consent. Her vertical pupils slightly irked, she was about to slap him away but, for some reason, her motion halted.
Zzzz—
The wound stung imperceptibly, and the Divinity Blood flowed, the woman on the Divine Throne with pale vertical pupils looking like a deep, bottomless white abyss, now slightly dilating horizontally, the beautifully fair neck subconsciously tilted back.
Rustle rustle—
In the silence of the Evil Dragon Space, the World Tree covered the Sky Dome, its lush branches rustling with the breeze coming through the vacuum of space, crisscrossing and producing the sound of all life reviving in the spring and summer.
Beneath the desolate dragon remains, upon the supreme Divine Throne.
The stardust-skirted woman drew her slender legs beneath her skirt, the arches of her pale feet tensely forming into new moons, the tips of her tail firmly contracting and wrapping tighter around her luminous ankles, the little exposed tail tip suddenly began to shake happily left and right.
Feeling the blood slowly drain from her neck, Disi's delicate brows slightly creased as she put down her raised hand once again; she gave no more resistance and only pursed her lips, tilting her head up, her gaze returning to its indifferent stare towards the emptiness afar.
"Well then, let it be..." Her mind calmed, peacefully feeling Xia Feng's act of desecration.
The blood of Evil Dragon Miss was astringent with a hint of sweetness, and as the Divine Blood nourished the spirit, the deplorable desires in Xia Feng's heart gradually dissipated, but his craving for the Evil Spirit Liquid did not diminish in the slightest, instead, it intensified!
He reached out and gently touched the shoulder of the woman on the Divine Throne, completely intoxicated in the ocean of Evil Power that was within a hair's breadth.
For absorbing Evil Spirit Liquid, this direct method of biting the skin was clearly more efficient and swift than the previous method of absorbing from a distance.
With the terrifying surge of Evil Spirit Liquid flowing into his limbs and converging into his heart, Xia Feng only felt his spirit being sublimed, his entire consciousness becoming all the more clear and bright.
[Spirit +1+2+1+2+1....]
[Spirit +1+2+1....]
[Spirit +1+1....]
[Current Spiritual Power: 130Soc]
A Fourth-order Spirit Master, without relying on Spiritual Clothes or Spiritual Artifacts, would have their spiritual power fluctuate between 40~300Soc, and it would improve with Spiritual Pressure.
Xia Feng's true rank had now been promoted to Third Rank, able to withstand much more of the Evil Spirit Liquid at once. Therefore, not only did his heart's healing process slightly accelerate, but even the spiritual power converted from Evil Spirit Touch increased.
Disi, too, noticed that Xia Feng's endurance had improved a great deal this time. She frowned slightly and asked in a faint voice, "Aren't you done yet?"
"....." Xia Feng didn't have time to answer the Evil Dragon Miss's question, his speech slurred and unclear, "Almost there, Dragon God, please hold on a little longer."
[Spiritual Power +1+2+1+2+1+1+1+2+1.....]
[.....]
[Current Spiritual Power: 148Soc]
Xia Feng shuddered all over, as the continuous violent assault of the Evil Spirit Liquid left him feeling drained, but he still strained to take in the last breath.
[Spiritual Power +2]
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[Current Spiritual Power: 150Soc]
"Phew—" Xia Feng finally lifted his head, satisfied, and licked his lips. Then he found himself staring straight into the imposing, vertical pupils of the woman on the Divine Throne, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Is it over?" Disi asked indifferently.
"Uh, well... not really!" Xia Feng quickly looked down again.
Disi: "..."
Xia Feng was full, but his Gui Blade had not had its fill. Since Yue Hongli released the Gui Domain, it had sunk into a state of emptiness, starving and desperate for a massive amount of Evil Power to recharge.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Xia Feng finally charged his great sword with energy and looked up earnestly, saying:
"Disi, I'm ready now."
With that, Xia Feng slowly got up and backed away, returning to his place below the Divine Rank.
The woman on the Divine Throne also sat up straight again, her hands resting on her knees, her regal posture erect, her vertical pupils looking down upon Xia Feng: "Good. My Believer, it is time for your punishment."
Ah? A real punishment?
Xia Feng was startled but not panicked. Let the punishment come; he had long figured out that the Evil Dragon Miss, despite her authoritative demeanor, was actually quite simple-minded—or rather, very approachable!
So the Evil Dragon Miss probably wouldn't really do much to him.
Xia Feng couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of punishment the Evil Dragon Miss might inflict.
With that thought, Xia Feng declared boldly, "Alright, I understand that my actions of sipping from your neck just now are unforgivable, blasphemous! So punish me, Dragon God! I can take it!"
"Very good," Disi said, pleased with Xia Feng's remorseful attitude. She declared solemnly, "Your punishment will be that for three hundred years, you shall not suffer for me, nor shall you absorb my Evil Power!"
"???"
Xia Feng's previously eager expression instantly froze, his pupils dilated in disbelief as he stared at the woman on the Divine Throne. Malicious, utterly malicious!
Xia Feng decided to retract his earlier thoughts; the Evil Dragon Miss's mind was not simple at all! She could come up with such a spiteful punishment—too hateful!
Disi wasn't surprised by Xia Feng's resistant expression, merely looking down indifferently, "What is it, my Believer? Are you dissatisfied with my command?"
Dissatisfied? I'm beyond dissatisfied! Xia Feng was caught in a vise, helplessly saying, "Dragon God, I realize my mistake, could you perhaps consider a different form of punishment?"
"Not possible," Disi refused dispassionately, her face as stern as iron. The tip of her tail underneath the starry skirt, however, began to wag happily once more. She had racked her brains not to shatter Xia Feng's faith and had finally found a reason to refuse this fervent Believer's offer to take on her Evil Power.
Seeing Disi's indifferent and unyielding demeanor, Xia Feng decided to change the subject and looked towards the snowy-white tail tip confined beneath the hem of her stellar skirt.
Wagging left, swaying right, reminiscent of a joyous puppy tail wagging.
"Dragon God, why does the tip of your tail keep wagging?"
"..."
The movement of the snowy-white tail tip at her ankles faltered.
