Chapter 1002 1002. Miss Xielong, I want to offer my tail to you!
The throne of God is near.
Xia Feng bent his waist slightly and bowed his head respectfully, but he was sweating profusely.
On the throne, the two dragon gods said nothing, their pale vertical pupils just staring at him quietly.
The dragon tails trailing the ground under the star skirt and the imperial skirt swayed left and right in perfect sync.
The Dragon God was already oppressive.
But now, the two Dragon Gods were standing on the left and right, looking down at him with the same movements and expressions. Xia Feng felt a sense of suffocation that made him a little dazed.
It seemed as if I was about to fall into the abyss in the next moment.
"My believers, come forward." Finally, from his perspective, the Emperor Skirt Dragon God on the right spoke first, breaking the silence.
Hearing this, Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but he saw that the star-skirted dragon god on his left had calm eyes and Sheng Mo was confused.
His heart skipped a beat, and his slightly raised right calf became straight again. He stood silently, motionless.
The Emperor Skirt Dragon God frowned slightly: "I heard it, come forward."
Xia Feng lowered his head but still didn't move.
"Okay, come up." The woman in the star-shaped skirt said calmly on the left.
The moment he finished speaking, Xia Feng moved, stepped forward quickly without any hesitation.
The woman in the imperial skirt froze the dragon's tail as it swayed and slid across the ground: "!!"
Xia Feng came to the center of the two Dragon Gods and continued to bow, not daring to speak rashly: "Lord Dragon God, what are your instructions?"
The Emperor Skirt Dragon God's stagnant tail began to sway left and right again, as if he hadn't noticed Xia Feng's attitude. He spoke first, "This time, I helped you suppress the Huan God and perfect the Ying Sword. How do you want to thank me?"
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To be honest, after so many things, Xia Feng did recognize the fact that Canling was the Dragon God.
But it is different from the original body after all. Now that the original body is right in front of him, he dare not get too close to this remnant spirit in front of Miss Evil Dragon.
He can still tell the difference between the big and small kings.
After thinking for a moment, he bowed respectfully to the woman in the imperial skirt and said, "How should I thank Your Majesty? Please tell me clearly."
The empress pursed her lips, her pale, vertical pupils staring silently at the believer, and uttered the words she had said countless times in her memory: "Come forward and relieve my pain."
Ever since Xia Feng used the [Original Godhead] to sneak attack her last time, transferring a small part of his body's sealing power into her body, and forcing her to bear some of his pain, she has been tortured every day these past few days.
As she spoke, she lowered her long legs that were folded under her imperial skirt, put them together and sat up straight.
It was obvious that he wanted Xia Feng to sit astride her, just like in his memory, holding her wrists to her head, and desecrating her respectfully yet wantonly!
“.”
However, just as she finished her words, her true self, who had remained silent since waking up, spoke again in a calm voice, "Follower, it has been a long time since you helped me alleviate my pain."
After she finished speaking, the empress watched Xia Feng turn around, completely ignoring her expectant eyes, and walked straight to the woman in the star-shaped skirt.
She watched as the believer pressed down on the shoulders of the woman in the star-skirt. Under her indifferent gaze, he climbed onto the throne like a good puppy, sat astride her thighs, and leaned over to kiss her, but the woman in the star-skirt pinched his chin, causing his cheeks to tilt up like a puppy.
For some reason, the empress always felt that the pale vertical pupils of the original body seemed to be glancing sideways vaguely.
"!!!" She had no expression on her face, the dragon tail under her imperial skirt quietly retracted into the darkness inside the skirt, and her legs were pressed together in silence.
She naturally understood that ordering believers in front of the original body was tantamount to humiliating herself.
But she just wanted to try it, what if?
Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a chance. This abominable believer! I have been so good to him, but he has no gratitude at all and only has eyes for me!
Obviously, I am also his Lord God.
Why can't he
Serve together.
It's okay to serve the original body and me at the same time.
Strange fantasies flashed through her mind as she saw the woman in the star-shaped skirt reaching behind the believer's waist to grab the dragon's tail, while she lifted the believer's chin high up and glanced at him with her pupils raised. The believer did not resist at all.
Why is the original body like this? The empress felt the punishment and sadism in the original body's eyes, which made her more nervous. Original body, what do you want to do? Don't play the believers badly.
The believers still did not resist.
The original body was so bad, why didn't he resist? This was completely different from her impression of believers.
In my impression, Xia Feng doesn't like to do this kind of thing. He would glare at her, so he would never be so proactive.
The glaring scene reflected in her vertical pupils, especially from such a close distance, making her perceive it more clearly.
He's really proactive.
How come?
Just as the empress was somewhat overwhelmed, Xia Feng was also somewhat overwhelmed. He certainly didn't like being followed.
But Miss Evil Dragon stared at him indifferently with her pale vertical pupils, ordering him to release the dragon's tail. The terrifying feeling that the boundless negative emotions that had been pent up for months were about to burst out at the next moment made Xia Feng dare not disobey at all, and he released the dragon's tail obediently.
The woman in the star-shaped skirt clamped his chin, her red lips close to his ear, her voice as holy as ever: "My believer, how long have you been having sex with my residual spirit?"
Xia Feng's scalp tightened, the tip of his tail was grabbed, and Miss Xielong's voice in his ear became colder and colder. "Huh?! Answer me, how long?"
"." After not seeing each other for many months, Miss Xielong's first question was about this matter. The bold Xia Feng did not dare to answer for the first time, and only whispered, "Lord Di Si, quickly... begin."
"Start what?"
"Lord Emperor Si, your loyal believer, Xia Feng, presents his tail to you."
".Humph! This time you took the initiative. I didn't force you."
"Yes, Master Di Si, this time it is me, a filthy believer, who can no longer bear the lust in my heart and wants to be ruthlessly fucked by you..."
Xia Feng hugged the waist of the woman in the star-shaped skirt and whispered prayers, or comfort, in her ear.
At least in Xia Feng's opinion, these were words of comfort, because he found that Miss Evil Dragon seemed to care a lot about the fact that his first and even second intercourse were taken away by the remnant spirit.
Although that kind of silent anger was always suppressed in the Dragon God's eyes, Xia Feng still sensed the terrifying aura coming from him, and his soul couldn't help but tremble with fear.
So he had no choice but to agree to all of Miss Xielong's subsequent requests, and even took the initiative to cater to Miss Xielong in order to make up for the inexplicable guilt in his heart.
The red lips were covered, like jelly, and the delicate noses collided. The beautiful face in front of her was still as holy and majestic. The dark golden cross between her eyebrows exuded divinity, and her narrow and vertical pupils shrank slightly, as if a vibrant emotion flashed across them.
The woman in the star-shaped skirt sat quietly, enjoying the believers' active service. The dragon tail under the star-shaped skirt slid left and right faster and faster.
But she still restrained herself from letting her arms wrap around the believer's broad back.
She hid her hands in her sleeves, clasped them secretly, suppressed her humming joy, and glanced to the left with her pupils barely perceptible.
It just so happened that his gaze met that of the woman in the imperial skirt, whose pupils were the same as hers.
The woman in the imperial skirt stared at her calmly, as if she didn't care at all, but her halted dragon tail, tense shoulders, stiff lips, and even her slightly rapid breathing all indicated her mental breakdown.
She also didn't know why she didn't like what happened between her remnant soul and her believers, even though she could synchronize the memories and even feelings with the remnant soul with just a thought.
But I'm not happy.
I'm not happy even if I want to see the remaining soul!
Da——At this moment, the woman in the imperial skirt suddenly stood up and walked towards her quickly.
“!”
do what?!
(End of this chapter)
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