Chapter 179 179. Bloodsucking

Miss Xielong's palms were soft, but her strength was so great that Xia Feng couldn't move forward at all. He looked up in confusion.

Emperor Si's majestic and cold pupils revealed a hint of helplessness: "Blood, I can give it to you. You don't need to lick it."

“.”

Yes, that seems to be the case. Xia Feng came to his senses, but shook his head, his eyes devout and fanatical: "Master Dragon God, I'm not licking, I'm biting. I want to suck the dragon spirit blood from your neck! This way, I can absorb the evil pain in your body at the same time, even more efficiently than before!"

".No." The woman on the throne pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Why?"

"Xia Feng, you must understand that as my believer, you must not only be pious and loyal, but also abide by the rites and moral principles." Emperor Si said solemnly, "I have been magnanimous in allowing you to ascend the throne. If you lick my divine body again, it will be a sin of blasphemy. I shall bring down divine punishment upon you! I will punish you with eternal suffering."

".Lord Dragon God, let me correct you again, it's biting, not licking."

"Um?!"

"Alright, Lord Dragon God, if you feel this is blasphemous and you want to punish me, then I'm willing to do it!" Xia Feng once again made a passionate dog-licking declaration, "As long as I can bear your misfortune more efficiently, I am willing to bear the sin of blaspheming the Dragon God!"

Following Xia Feng's sincere and righteous voice, Emperor Si was stunned.

Xia Feng lowered his eyes slightly. From his perspective, he could see that the snow-white and delicate collarbones were like two white jade boats, moored on the icy surface of the snow, with the golden intoxicating divine fluid rippling on them.

Above that, on the white side of the neck, there was a small wound that was healing slowly. Fine golden blood oozed out, flashing with a captivating light.

Xia Feng didn't hesitate any longer. He grabbed Miss Xielong's wrist and pulled it apart. Then he quickly lowered his head and cleaned Miss Xielong's wound.

"You--" Di Si came back to her senses. She didn't expect that this crazy believer would be so bold and force himself on her without her consent. She raised her pupils in annoyance and was about to slap him away, but for some reason, she stopped.

Zi——

The wound felt a barely perceptible sting, and divine blood gurgled out. The pale vertical pupils of the woman on the throne were like a bottomless white abyss, which now expanded slightly horizontally, and her graceful, snow-white neck subconsciously tilted up.

Crash——

In the silent evil dragon space, the world tree covers the sky, and the lush branches sway with the breeze from the void, intertwining with each other to emit the sound of spring and summer when all things revive.

Beneath the desolate dragon skeleton, above the supreme throne.

The woman in the star-shaped skirt tucked her slender calves under the skirt, stretched her white arches into a crescent shape, and suddenly tightened her tail to wrap tighter around her sleek ankles. The exposed small tip of the tail also suddenly swayed happily from side to side.

Feeling the blood slowly flowing out of her neck, Di Si frowned slightly and put down her raised hand. She did not try to stop it, but just pursed her lips, raised her head, and stared at the empty space in the distance with her indifferent eyes again.

Well, let it be. She was calm in her heart, quietly feeling Xia Feng's blasphemous behavior.

Miss Evil Dragon's blood was bitter but with a hint of sweetness. As the divine blood nourished his soul, the unbearable desires in Xia Feng's heart gradually disappeared, but his thirst for the evil spirit liquid did not subside at all, but became more and more intense!

He reached out and gently placed his hand on the shoulder of the woman on the throne, completely immersed in the nearby Eri Sea.

When it comes to absorbing the evil spirit liquid, this method of directly biting and sucking the skin is obviously more efficient and faster than the previous method of sucking it through the air.

As the terrifying evil spirit liquid flowed into his limbs and bones and then into his heart, Xia Feng felt that his soul was sublimated and his whole mind became more transparent and bright.

[Spirit +1+2+1+2+1]

[Spirit +1+2+1]

[Spirit +1+1]

[Current Mental Power: 130Soc]

When a fourth-level spiritualist does not rely on spiritual clothing or spiritual tools, his mental power will fluctuate between 40 and 300 Soc, and will increase as his spiritual pressure increases.

Xia Feng's current real rank has been promoted to the third rank, and the amount of evil spirit liquid he can withstand at one time has increased a lot. Therefore, not only has the progress of repairing his heart been slightly accelerated, but even the mental power that can be converted from the touch of the evil spirit has increased.

Di Si also noticed that Xia Feng could hold out much longer this time than before. She frowned and lowered her head, saying quietly, "Not done yet?"

Xia Feng didn't have time to answer Miss Xielong's question. He just mumbled, "It's almost done, Lord Dragon God. Please hold on a little longer."

[Spirit +1+2+1+2+1+1+1+2+1]

【.】

[Current Mental Power: 148Soc]

Xia Feng's whole body was trembling. The continuous and violent impact of the evil spirit liquid made him a little exhausted, but he still forced himself to complete the last inhalation.

[Spirit +2]

[Current Mental Power: 150Soc]

"Huh..." Xia Feng finally raised his head, licked his lips contentedly, and then met the majestic vertical pupils of the woman on the throne who was so close to him. His heart stopped.

"Is it over?" Emperor Si said indifferently.

"Uh, well, not yet actually!" Xia Feng quickly lowered his head again.

Emperor Si: “.”

Xia Feng was full, but his Yin Dao was not. After Yue Hongli released the Yin Domain, he had already fallen into a state of emptiness, and was extremely hungry and thirsty. He urgently needed a huge amount of evil power to recharge.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Xia Feng finally charged his sword with enough energy. He looked up and said seriously:

"Lord Di Si, I'm fine now."

As he spoke, Xia Feng slowly stood up and stepped back, returning to the divine level.

The woman on the throne also sat up straight again, her hands on her knees, her back straight, and she looked at Xia Feng with her pupils raised. "Well then, my believer, it's time for you to accept your punishment."

Huh? Are you really going to punish me?

Xia Feng was shocked, but not panicked. He decided to punish her. In fact, he had already seen that although this Miss Evil Dragon looked majestic, she was actually very simple-minded and easy to deceive. Bah, she was easy to get along with!

So Miss Xielong shouldn't really do anything to him.

Xia Feng really couldn't imagine what kind of punishment Miss Xielong could give him.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng exclaimed in shock: "Okay, I know that no matter what the reason, sucking your neck just now is unforgivable and blasphemous! So Lord Dragon God, please punish me! I can bear it!"

"Very good." Emperor Si was very satisfied with Xia Feng's positive attitude of admitting his mistakes. She said solemnly, "Then I will punish you by prohibiting you from bearing pain for me or absorbing my evil energy for three hundred years!"

“???”

Xia Feng's originally excited expression froze in an instant, his pupils dilated as he looked at the woman on the throne in disbelief. Vicious, so vicious!

Xia Feng decided to take back what he had said. This evil Miss Long was not innocent at all! She could actually come up with such a vicious punishment! Tai was abominable!

Emperor Si was not surprised by Xia Feng's expression of resistance. She simply looked down at him and said calmly, "Why, my follower, are you dissatisfied with my punishment?"

Dissatisfied? I'm more than dissatisfied! Xia Feng stopped and said helplessly: "Lord Dragon God, I know I was wrong. Can you change the way of punishment?"

"No." Di Si was stern and impartial, and refused indifferently, but the tail of her star-shaped skirt began to sway happily again. She had racked her brains in order not to undermine Xia Feng's faith, and today she finally found a reason to refuse this fanatical believer from taking the curse for her.

Seeing how indifferent and dignified Di Si was, Xia Feng decided to change the subject and looked at the snow-white tail of the star-shaped skirt that bound her ankles.

It sways left and right, like a puppy wagging its tail happily.

"Lord Dragon God, why does the tip of your tail keep wagging?"

“.”

The swaying movement of the snow-white tail tip on the ankle paused.

(End of this chapter)