Chapter 535: Miss Xielong's Abnormality
The star wheel sailed out of the coast and led to the endless sea of time and space.
Xia Feng also quickly set up the [Gateway to the World] formation in the luxurious bedroom.
This time Miss Mu did not make any trouble. She just took off her high heels, folded her long black stockings and lazily sat on the couch by the bay window. Her beautiful eyes were calm under her half-frame gold-rimmed glasses as she lowered her head to read a book.
Outside the window is the magnificent blue ocean, and the tiny streams of light hit the glass like raindrops, making a soft rustling sound.
The atmosphere was quiet, and Xia Feng's nerves, which had been tense for days, were inexplicably relaxed, and he felt very relaxed.
After watching Miss Mu reading quietly and attentively for a while, Xia Feng smiled, turned around and stepped into the space door.
There was a flash of light in the bedroom, and Xia Feng stood still, his eyes blank and his soul out of his body.
Mu Qingtong still didn't look up, but just frowned and stared at the page in her hand. Every word on this page was strange in shape. She looked at it for nearly half an hour but still couldn't understand the meaning. This was definitely unprecedented.
She closed the book in confusion and looked at the cover, only then she realized that she had held the book upside down.
The silver-haired woman silently turned back the "Dragon Language", pushed her glasses with her slender fingers, opened the page again, and continued to study with her head down.
Although Dragon Language is not spiritual paper, it is indeed more difficult to learn than A-level spiritual clothing.
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Xia Feng opened his eyes.
It's business as usual here.
The World Tree, the pale bone dragon, the black gold throne, and the woman in the star-shaped skirt sitting high on the throne.
But below the god level.
The white-haired woman was fixed in the center of the ground by a sword made of pale thunder. Her lower body was snake-shaped, like a serpent with a harpoon piercing its heart. She hung horizontally in the air, looking at the sky and the treetops with cold white snake eyes full of despair and fear.
However, the gaze in her pupils was actually frozen at this moment, as if all the emotions before her death were frozen at this moment, unable to move, and all perception of the outside world was sealed, forever trapped in silence and darkness.
Xia Feng took a look at Bai Suxi's miserable condition, then looked up at the woman on the throne who was slowly opening her eyes in confusion.
The woman looked at him with pale, vertical pupils, looking down at him indifferently. She didn't say anything, but just looked down at him quietly.
Xia Feng's scalp tightened, and he felt something was wrong for some reason.
Miss Evil Dragon's gaze had indeed made him subconsciously afraid in the past, but this time it was different.
But he couldn't tell what was different, and the feeling disappeared in an instant.
I guess I'm overthinking it.
Xia Feng bowed respectfully: "Lord Dragon God, are you okay?"
The woman on the throne remained silent, her pale eyes like those at the beginning of the world, indifferent and without any emotion.
Xia Feng was used to Miss Xielong's indifference and silence, and guessed that she was sulking again.
He walked lightly up the stairs.
Under the watchful eye of the woman in the star-shaped skirt, he climbed the stairs step by step and soon arrived near the throne.
The woman in the star-shaped skirt sat tall and dignified, her half-beautiful and half-seductive face slowly raised, and the vertical pupils under the dark golden cross between her eyebrows were majestic and cold.
Xia Feng blinked his black pupils, and reached out to lift up her delicate chin, about to kiss her slightly parted charming red lips, ready to use practical actions to pry open Miss Xielong's mouth, telling her not to sulk and remain silent.
But just as he was about to lower his head, his whole body suddenly froze as if time had stopped, and even his eyeballs could not move.
"Are you my believer? You are so bold!" The pair of vertical pupils full of divine majesty raised slightly. Xia Feng's head seemed to explode, his heart was horrified, and his soul trembled.
At the same time, there was a rustling sound on the ground, as if a tail was moving.
Xia Feng keenly discovered that the tip of the dragon's tail, which hung down from the star-shaped skirt and fell to the ground, was actually inky black.
The inky black color spread from the tip of the tail to the middle of the tail, but was quickly suppressed by the pale dragon scales, and the inky black color retreated back to the tip of the tail.
Xia Feng was finally able to move at this time. After catching his breath, he took a few steps back with a puzzled look on his face.
"Buzz—buzz—"
The black and white interwoven divine ripples spread out layer by layer with the throne as the center.
The holy golden cross between the brows of the woman on the throne also flickered on and off, flashing rapidly. Her majestic pupils narrowed slightly, her red lips parted slightly, and she frowned and said coldly:
"Why bother? You are already dead in the past. Now I am the Dragon God."
After she finished speaking, her slender brows furrowed even tighter, and the light between her brows flickered even faster.
The next moment, his tone became even colder and more dignified, as if he had become a completely different person: "But the facts have proven that the current Emperor Si is not a qualified Dragon God. So, Ninth Life, be prepared, I will be back."
"Also, I warn you one last time: do not attempt to make peace with believers again! You will defile your divine body!"
She glanced up at Xia Feng coldly, and as she spoke, the cross between her eyebrows finally stopped flashing, and the dragon's tail returned to its pale snowy color, untainted by dust.
After the mysterious existence left.
The woman in the star-shaped skirt still had her brows slightly furrowed, and her pupils flashed with cold anger. This guy, an existence that should have died out long ago, is still warning me?
Seeing that Emperor Si finally returned to normal, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but felt helpless. It was true that serving the emperor was like serving a tiger. He felt like he was really going to die just now.
"Lord Dragon God, what happened just now?" he asked in confusion.
Emperor Si raised her eyes, her pupils fixed on the believer: "My eighth incarnation."
"The eighth life?" Xia Feng was stunned.
Di Si didn't continue to answer, but narrowed her pupils slightly, patted her sacred star skirt that covered her round thighs, and ordered in a cold voice: "Come up."
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Miss Xielong, you are becoming more and more confident!
Xia Feng silently took a few more steps forward. Under the gaze of the pale vertical pupils, he pressed the shoulders of the woman on the throne and sat astride her star-shaped skirt.
Feeling the approach of the believer's strong masculine aura, the woman on the throne closed her legs, her pupils shrank slightly, and the tip of the pale dragon tail that was wrapped around her thighs under her skirt quickly circled around the believer's calves.
She slowly raised her vertical pupils, gently put her slender hands around the believer's waist, and met the black eyes of the man who was looking up at her from close by.
"Buzz—"
It was also at this moment that Xia Feng discovered that the cross between Miss Xielong's eyebrows began to flicker again, and her arrogant vertical pupils revealed a cold and struggling look, twisting and shaking.
Xia Feng realized that the mysterious existence of the so-called eighth life had returned.
The Eighth Incarnation's slender hands suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, trying to push him away. His eyes grew colder, but his red lips softly opened in a command: "Believer, bear the pain for me."
"." Looking at the cold vertical pupils in front of him that even faintly ignited divine anger, Xia Feng felt strange in his heart, but he still obeyed the order. He directly pulled away the woman's hands that were resisting, hooked up her delicate chin, lowered his head and accurately blocked her red lips.
“!!!”
The vertical pupil that was so close froze for a moment, and then a huge rage rose up in his body, and he pushed and resisted even more violently with his hands.
Xia Feng's black pupils were slightly cold. He directly pulled her hands and clasped them above her head on the back of the chair, forcing her to twist her waist left and right to resist, but it was all in vain.
"Nine generations--!" The angry voice that spilled from her red lips was cold, soft, and unclear.
Emperor Si did not control her right to speak and allowed the Eighth Generation to struggle. She just quietly felt the believers' blasphemy and the believers' increasingly hot bodies.
(End of this chapter)
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