I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 232 - 211. Plant the flag again

The cold, tender bite on his neck felt like a terrifying snake tightly coiled around him, the pain shooting directly to his nerves.

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Xia Feng had never felt such fear before, even though he had proactively approached Evil Dragon Miss previously without such feelings.

But now, he felt as if he would be bitten to death by Evil Dragon Miss in the next moment, which seemed to be the effect of a natural sense of oppression from the Dragon Clan.

Fortunately, the Dragon God had no bad intentions, and Xia Feng recovered his composure, quietly feeling the continuous increase in spiritual power.

However, as more and more Divine Dragon Blood was injected into the skin of his neck, he also felt somewhat overwhelmed. He tightly hugged Evil Dragon Miss around the butterfly bones of her back and managed to suppress a cry, "Dragon God...please, that's enough, let me go."

The believer's voice was hoarse from thirst, panting rapidly in his ear, while Si's pale vertical pupils narrowed into thin slits, emitting a cold and dangerous light.

But it quickly dissipated and returned to her usual indifferent demeanor.

She loosened her grip slightly, her beautiful eyes lowered, and she glanced at the neck flesh she had bitten into, leaving two deep sets of tooth marks from which fresh blood gushed, flowing down the bulging veins on his neck into his white garments.

"Does it hurt?" asked Evil Dragon Miss in a cold, soft voice. Xia Feng looked up, his forehead covered with beads of sweat, "It does a bit, Dragon God. You're infusing the dragon blood too quickly, but I can hold on—"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt another warm itch on the side of his neck, and Evil Dragon Miss buried her head again.

"It's my fault for not controlling my strength properly, let me clean your wound."

"..." Your method of cleaning wounds is rather unique, Xia Feng thought, pressing on Evil Dragon Miss' slender shoulders attempting to push her away. "Dragon God, I am merely a Dao Spirit Body now; this bleeding isn't real bleeding."

"But this is damage to your spiritual body, which is much more severe than physical bleeding," the woman in a starry dress said, grabbing Xia Feng's wrist, her voice commanding, "Don't move!"

"..."

Xia Feng's spiritual body was now fully filled with dragon blood, not only erasing his desires but also reaching the daily absorption limit of the Evil Demon Heart, entering the so-called Sage mode devoid of desires.

But he didn't expect Dragon God to be so responsible, insisting on seeing things through to the end.

Having no choice, Xia Feng could only quietly watch as Evil Dragon Miss stuck out her little tongue to clean his wound.

As the wound on his neck healed, Si slowly raised her head, her solemn little face framed by ash-grey hair, her gaze unwittingly resting on the believer's slightly parted thin lips.

Thump thump—

Thump thump!

Her heart rhythmically beat as she quickly averted her gaze, forcefully quelling the wicked thought to envelop the believer's lips.

Today's incident was already an indulgence, no more foolish thoughts were permissible.

Seeing that Evil Dragon Miss had also raised her head and said nothing, her reptilian pale vertical pupils gazing indifferently at him, Xia Feng inexplicably shivered.

However, this strange, eerie feeling quickly faded.

The woman in the starry dress now sat on the Divine Throne, her arms around Xia Feng's waist, her voice light, "My believer, when are you coming back?"

"Tomorrow, why?" Xia Feng planned to visit the Evil Dragon Space every day for the next few days to rapidly boost his spiritual power.

"Tomorrow, then..." Si thought for a moment, then nodded, explaining, "The sensation of desire on you hasn't been completely eliminated yet. When you come tomorrow, I will infuse you with Dragon Spirit Blood again so that it should be completely eradicated."

Xia Feng was quite surprised; he hadn't expected Evil Dragon Miss to become so proactive, especially since she had said today was the last time.

"Tomorrow will be the last time for you to absorb my Evil Power," Si said, her slender hand pinching his chin, her vertical pupils indifferent. "After that, the punishment remains the same: you shall not endure pain on my behalf for 300 years. Do you understand?"

"..." Having come to his senses, Xia Feng straightened his expression, gazing solemnly and respectfully at the woman on the Divine Throne, "Yes, Dragon God!"

He had finally figured it out: Evil Dragon Miss was tough on the outside but soft on the heart; it could always be the last time.

In fact, Si had been prepared for today to be the last and only indulgence.

Unfortunately, the believer's contamination with desire was incredibly difficult to eliminate.

There was no helping it then; they would have to try again the next day.

But matters shouldn't go beyond three times; after indulging once more tomorrow, this absurd and wicked affair must come to an absolute end.

As for whether this would cause her to completely lose control of her evil thoughts?

She had great confidence in her willpower. After all, she had controlled herself today, refraining from kissing Xia Feng's lips, thus committing no great sin against the believer.

So, tomorrow she would surely, and definitely, be able to keep herself in check!

Easy peasy~

Next, Xia Feng continued discussing some matters with Evil Dragon Miss.

As she listened, Evil Dragon Miss held a candied hawthorn, savoring it carefully.

However, even though she was a dignified Dragon God, the way she daintily stuck out her tongue and licked the glistening red fruit, gently sucking and swallowing in small bites, created a huge contrast.

It kept distracting Xia Feng.

A few minutes later, Xia Feng prepared to leave.

But Evil Dragon Miss called him back, saying earnestly, "Xia Feng, I quite like this candied hawthorn. Do you have any more?"

"..." Xia Feng remembered that Miss Mu still had eight sticks of candied hawthorn stashed away.

"Uh... I'll see," Xia Feng coughed, not agreeing right away, "Tomorrow I'll try to bring another one for you..."

The believer's voice faded away, and the Divine Throne lady quietly watched the spot where the believer's spiritual light had vanished.

She sucked the last piece of glistening red fruit from her lips, her composure and small face puffed up at her cheeks, her vertical pupils still cool, but the snow-white dragon tail under her starry skirt slipped out again, swaying swiftly to the left and right around her ankles...

More cheerful than before.

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Xia Feng opened his eyes to find the woman in the black dress laying on top of him, offering a bamboo skewer right in front of his eyes, her eyes slightly squinting, "Where's the candied hawthorn then?"

Xia Feng: "...?"

Mu Qingtong briefly described the scene she had just witnessed. As Xia Feng was about to return to the Present Realm, she saw the candied hawthorns in Xia Feng's hand begin to crumble one by one, breaking into red glows and vanishing into nothing.

"I gave the candied hawthorn to that deity," Xia Feng explained.

"Is that so..." Mu Qingtong nodded thoughtfully. She was actually quite surprised that the deity's space could destroy the existence of the candied hawthorn in such a manner.

It was very interesting.

She was very interested in this, just about to ask something when her beautiful eyes suddenly became alert; she reached out and tapped the light screen overhead.

A dark bullet streaked past the azure currents behind, rushing towards the capsule ship.

"Lie down." Mu Qingtong pressed a red button overhead and then leaned over to circle Xia Feng's neck.

"Manual driving mode activated, notice: in this mode, any movement of the pilot will affect the cabin's movement, if you are not a professional, please do not…"

Mu Qingtong ignored the mechanical female voice, clutching Xia Feng's body and sharply tilting to the left, causing the entire capsule ship to gracefully roll to the right.

Whoosh—The black bullet scraped the surface of the cabin, sparking a grating fire, boom! The bullet exploded, creating a slight dent on the right side of the capsule, and the entire oval body was blown far away by the enormous shockwave, rapidly shaking and spinning in the azure space-time sea.

Xia Feng felt dizzy and disoriented while the cabin buzzed with alarms.

"Mr. Xia, hold tight, leave the strength and direction of your body to me."

Miss Mu's clear voice rang out, Xia Feng reacted swiftly, tightly wrapping his arms around the woman in the black dress, pressing the rest of his body tightly against her, relaxing.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Next, Xia Feng felt as if he were stuffed into a bullet that could freely change direction, moving through the battlefield from the sky to the ground, spinning left and swaying right.

Xia Feng had no idea what was happening; he only felt crushed under two heavy mountains, the world before him dark, carefully tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the rearview light screen on the cabin wall through the narrow slit of light.

Behind them, ten capsule ships were rapidly closing in, countless black bullets exploding in the azure currents, Mu Qingtong maneuvering the capsule ship skillfully, easily evading the dense rain of bullets.

It must be said, Miss Mu's piloting skills were second to none.

But this was not a solution, the ship was bound to be encircled and eradicated eventually.

"Zzz~"

Suddenly, the sound of electricity came on, an audio link system activated, bringing a man's mocking laughter, "Heh heh, surrender, you can't escape."

Mu Qingtong ignored the man, Xia Feng's muffled voice came from below her chest, "Miss Mu, actually, we don't need to run."

"I was thinking the same." Mu Qingtong quickly realized what Xia Feng meant, and with a flip, the capsule ship turned toward the direction of their pursuers.