Chapter 1004: Miss Xielong, there is no time to lose
Although Miss Xielong was coaxed, that was only the beginning. Soon, Xia Feng realized that Xielong had already lived up to her name.
The black dragon's tail was entangled in circles.
Xia Feng leaned in the arms of the woman on the throne with his back to her. Directly in front of him was a woman with the same appearance in an imperial dress.
The woman in the imperial skirt was controlled by the main body and could not move. She could only stand in front of the throne and watch, looking face to face with Xia Feng.
"Evil Dragon." Xia Feng muttered with his lips twitching. A slender arm came from behind him, hugged his abdomen, and a slightly annoyed whisper came into his ear, "I told you not to speak of me like that."
"I am not an evil dragon!"
Listening to the angry warning declaration, the light in Xia Feng's black pupils gradually faded and his neck tilted back.
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I don't know how long it has been,
Xia Feng was drowsy. When he woke up from his hazy consciousness, he found himself lying on the throne with his head resting on his thighs covered with a star skirt, and his waist supported by a cushion of an emperor skirt.
Xingqun and Diqun sat side by side again, each holding a thick book in their hands, and occasionally writing on the page with their pens.
They are writing in their diaries.
Since synchronizing her original body's memory, the Empress has also developed the habit of writing a diary.
Xia Feng stared blankly at the sky with his black pupils. The shadow of the World Tree was swaying. Apart from the rustling of leaves, the only sound in the world was the sandy sound of the pen tip sliding across the paper.
I have to say, even though I was followed until I was unconscious, I felt more relaxed than ever before at this moment.
The back of my head is resting on the Milky Way, which feels like a soft ocean with the fragrance of jasmine.
The waist is also supported by the imperial skirt. The empress put the thick book on his abdomen, as if she was using it as a desk.
As he opened his eyes, two pairs of pale vertical pupils looked at him at the same time.
To be honest, Miss Xielong's capital is too magnificent. He raised his black pupils and saw the huge peaks outlined by the galaxy, heavy and heavy like a starry sky, blocking the sight of the gods.
"Awake." The majestic voices said in unison.
"Um"
"I remember you had a food that relieved pain."
The woman in the imperial skirt had a blank expression on her face. "Since you are unwilling to relieve my pain, then bring me the food."
Xia Feng blinked, but did not refuse. He took out two strings of candied haws from the Na Shi space and handed one string to each of the two women.
Although he really didn't think this thing could relieve any pain.
The empress took the crystal clear bunch of red fruits, and a glint of light flashed across her indifferent pupils.
She knew that this was just ordinary human food, nothing special, and it was unlikely to have any effect in reducing pain.
Of course, the entity can also easily see from the mechanism of this thing that it has no effect in relieving pain.
The essence is to believe that there is.
Just deceiving yourself.
However, no matter what, she wants what the original has!
The red lips parted slightly, sucking a crystal red fruit, the cheeks of the majestic and calm little face bulged,
Sweetness seemed to seep into her heart, her pupils remained cold, but the snow-white dragon tail emerged from under her imperial skirt, tightly wrapped around her ankles and swayed rapidly from side to side.
More cheerful than ever.
It tastes good.
Emperor Si looked at Canling who couldn't wait to bite off the red luscious fruit, with an inexperienced look on his face. She pursed her lips and shook her head. Unlike Canling's impatience, she moved slowly, sucking on the glutinous fruit in small bites.
"." The empress couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and subconsciously slowed down, imitating the original body.
Be graceful in the presence of believers.
The atmosphere was quiet for a while and no one spoke.
Xia Feng rested his head comfortably on Xingqun, turned slightly to the side, and faced Xingqun's abdomen.
As he did this, her thighs under her skirt stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed again.
Only the tip of the pale dragon's tail, hidden by the skirt, was firmly stepped on by the snow-white soles of the feet.
The woman in the star-shaped skirt lowered her eyes and rubbed Xia Feng's black hair with her slender hands.
The woman in the imperial skirt was sucking on the candied haws in small sips while staring at Xia Feng's belly with her pupils narrowed. It was unknown what she was thinking.
In the quiet atmosphere, Xia Feng finally spoke and talked about the business: "Lord Dragon God, do you have a way to reverse the positions of the main palace and the secondary palace of Yinghua?"
Emperor Si came back to her senses and nodded: "Of course there is."
"Under normal circumstances, this would be difficult to handle, but you've already rebuilt the disaster pact with Yinghuan, which provides the foundation for 'Reversed Shrine'."
"All you need to do next is collect enough 'Divine Spirits' to power your Divine Refining Tower. Use it to suppress the Huan Divine Palace to the utmost. Combined with my Pale Divine Authority, you can achieve the 'Divine Palace Reversal'."
"How much divine spirit do you need?" Although Miss Xielong said it simply, Xia Feng felt that this matter was not easy to handle.
"At least, 10."
10? Xia Feng held his forehead with his hand. When he used the spiritual energy of the heavens to trade with various major forces, he only got 3 divine spirits, and they haven't arrived yet.
10 divine spirits are really difficult to deal with.
But there is no need to be too anxious. With the disaster contract and the threat of the pale emperor Si, there is no need to worry about the God Huan doing anything weird.
Speaking of which, this trip to Jinque City was quite fruitful. In addition to obtaining the S-level spiritual weapon Guixu Mengyan, I was also able to temporarily suppress Huanshen, a major threat to me.
Controlling the God of Huan is equivalent to controlling the Goldfinch. In addition, his Xumi Gate is located in Goldfinch City.
Now, Fentian has been defeated and cannot occupy Quewang Star. Then, whether Quewang Star is in chaos or not is up to me, Xia.
But now that the matter is over, there is still a lot to be done.
The Holy Dragon Judgment of the Sin Legion has not been obtained yet, and at the same time, he has to reunite with Miss Mu, Shao Fox, and Tea Bitch, and forcibly suppress Miss Mu to complete her four-month training.
After all, now that we have the Guixu Nightmare, everything is ready, only the east wind is missing!
"Hmm..." Just as he was thinking, the slender hand that was kneading his black hair suddenly exerted force, pressed his cheek inward, and pressed the tip of its nose against the belly covered by the star-shaped skirt.
Hot soft pressed surface.
Xia Feng clearly felt that Miss Xielong's legs were trembling slightly again.
"Master, what are you doing!" The empress's unhappy voice came from the side.
Miss Xielong turned her face away, remained silent, her soft gray hair spread out, and her cheeks and ears flushed red.
"You--" The empress was about to continue speaking, but her voice stopped because her original body released the empathy, and the roots of her ears under her soft gray hair also felt hot.
The woman in the imperial skirt could not help but sit up straight again and continue to eat the candied haws made by Hong You Lijing in small bites. Her expression remained unchanged, but her pupils narrowed from time to time.
“.”
Xia Feng's breathing was not smooth, but his thoughts were not interrupted.
In addition to suppressing Miss Mu and completing April, there is the last and most important thing, the Origin Flower!
You must enter the fourth divine treasure to obtain the origin flower and solve Miss Evil Dragon’s reproductive desire problem!
This matter cannot be delayed!
Xia Feng's breathing became increasingly difficult, and he quickly reached out to press on the throne to gain leverage to get up, but he was no match for the Dragon God's strength.
What’s more, they are two dragon gods.
He could only lie sideways, his hands clasped behind his head, his face obscured by darkness even through his star-studded skirt.
As I was suffocating, a familiar cold female voice rang out in my heart through Daoguo:
"Mr. Xia, where are you?"
"Do me a favor." Miss Mu's voice startled Xia Feng so much that his pupils trembled!
(End of this chapter)
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