Chapter 936: Clothing Room
Old Dragon King? This name sounded familiar. Xia Feng's heart skipped a beat and he quickly remembered it.
The first time he was resurrected from Echuan, he went to Beiqiuyuan with Shaohuli and encountered a terrifying Dragon King.
The burned fox was called the Old Dragon King.
It turns out that he is Sheng Qingber, Xia Feng was surprised.
But now is not the time to think about these things.
All things in the universe were suppressed and broken by the old dragon king's creative spiritual clothes. What should we do?
"Da da da——" The sound of footsteps in unison was heard.
A large number of military officers are approaching the warship.
If the Great Sin discovered his existence, everything would be over.
Huang Zhaoyue had no expression on her face, and without caring about anything else, she pulled Xia Feng's arm and said, "Follow me!"
The two of them came to Huang Zhaoyue's lounge on the warship. The generals moved very quickly and soon took over the entire warship.
Several high-ranking officials looked for Her Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine in confusion and soon followed her to the outside of the lounge.
At the same time, Xia Feng was pulled into the narrow changing room by Huang Zhaoyue.
It was the changing room again. He and Miss Mu seemed to have hidden in such a place before in order to escape pursuit.
The woman's hot breath hit his neck, and Xia Feng felt numb all over. The resistance in his blood made his brows furrow, and he wondered, "What are you doing? You don't think they can't find me if you hide here, do you?"
"Da-da-" At this moment, the sound of slow and steady footsteps was heard. Xia Feng opened the Eye of Deconstruction and looked towards the corridor outside the door.
Six men and women wearing black military coats and military caps with the Sin Tree emblem stood on both sides and bowed their heads respectfully.
One of the highest-ranking officers slowly walked to the door, the pocket watch on his palm clicked and lit up with a pale golden glow, and a human-shaped shadow condensed in front of the door.
The human-shaped shadow was a young man with half a horn on his head. He had a handsome face, but his skin was very pale. He had a smile on his lips and a folding fan in his hand.
"Zhaoyue, where is my sister Zhaoyue~"
However, as soon as he appeared, his vaguely elegant temperament disappeared as he shouted excitedly in a childish tone.
"Sir, Her Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine should be inside the house." The officer bowed his head respectfully and replied.
"Inside the house?" The young man with the folding fan looked towards the door, his expression becoming more and more excited, and he reached out to push the door open and go in.
But he found that there was a restriction on the door. He tilted his head and said coldly: "Where is the authority? Open the door!"
The officer hurried forward and whispered, "Sir, Her Royal Highness may be resting or changing clothes. It would be inappropriate to barge in like this."
"Huh?" Huang Shikai was stunned for a moment, then turned around, his sinister expression completely exposed. "What did you say?"
A strange and imposing pressure field quietly struck the officer Zhou Yan, causing his knees to make a crisp cracking sound. The officer's realm was obviously much higher than Huang Shikai's, but at this moment he was unable to move. He lowered his head expressionlessly and said no more.
The young man with the folding fan continued to stare at him coldly: "What's wrong with me entering my wife's lounge?"
The officer nodded and said calmly, "If you can refrain from fearing Her Royal Highness's wrathful murderous intent, then there will be no problem."
Huang Shikai narrowed his eyes slightly. In the past, he really would not dare to be so bold, because if he offended Huang Zhaoyue in the slightest, Huang Zhaoyue would really dare to kill him.
Although he could not be killed, he was tortured and burned to death again and again by the hellish power of the abyss. After experiencing that painful and desperate feeling once, he dared not experience it even once more.
That was the first time he saw Huang Zhaoyue. Her stunning appearance made him fall in love instantly. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel eager to make a move. He couldn't help but excitedly teased her a few times, but then this woman, who was easily angered, used the abyss field to send him into hell. The feeling of despair is still unforgettable.
But, haha~it’s different now!
The emperor no longer allowed this bitch to do whatever she wanted, and his proud and arrogant wife could no longer shut him out as usual!
"Open the door," he ordered again.
The officer nodded respectfully with an expressionless face, and this time said nothing more as he stepped forward.
In the dressing room, Xia Feng was pressed against the door by Huang Zhaoyue's graceful body. He was temporarily dazed. The cold and beautiful face in front of him tilted up slightly, revealing a smooth snow-white neck. The fox-grey pupils glared down at him and ordered coldly: "No time to explain, bite me."
“.”
Xia Feng frowned, but seeing that she seemed to have a solution, he didn't say anything more. He lowered his head and bit her neck fiercely.
He clearly felt that a circle of trembling lines instantly appeared on the smooth skin, and the two sexy collarbones below were like crescent moons protruding.
"." Huang Zhaoyue's fox-gray pupils drooped slightly, and in the faint bright red behind his ears and neck, even more terrifying blue veins and dragon scales were faintly visible.
Her face was expressionless, her eyes were cold, and she didn't show any emotion, not even disgust. She said calmly:
"Senluo Wanxiang is the spiritual garment created by Vosiloda. Although Vosiloda and Sheng Qingber are both Dragon King-level, their status is still not as high as the old Dragon King's, and their abilities are restrained by the old Dragon King. Therefore, if we want to make Senluo Wanxiang useful again, the only way is to elevate the status of this spiritual garment."
A large string of inheritance information flooded into Xia Feng's mind.
"This is my improved and optimized version of Senluo Wanxiang. It is now engraved into my blood. Not only can I change my own form at will, I can also change the forms of others."
【Dragon Clan: All Things in the Universe (Optimized Version)】
[The myriad forms, the myriad changes]
[Creation: Dragon of All Things - Vosloda]
[Second creation: Huang Zhaoyue]
[Effect 1: You can consume spirit particles and transform into any object you touch, including living and non-living things. S-level detection spirit tools/spiritual clothing and below cannot detect your true form.]
[Effect 2 (Optimization): You can consume spirit particles to transform entities with your Dragon Spirit Blood into any object you touch, including living and non-living things. The speed of transformation depends on the amount of your Dragon Spirit Blood in the target.]
Wow, this ability is pretty good. The abyss dragon spirit blood that flowed into his lips and teeth entered his stomach and quickly merged with his soul.
Xia Feng attempted to absorb the dragon spirit blood and obtain the improved version of the Senluo Wanxiang inheritance from it.
But unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense any enlightenment.
He couldn't help but frown and began to suck hard subconsciously, trying to absorb more dragon spirit blood to see if he could get the inheritance.
"!" Huang Zhaoyue's thin eyebrows were completely locked, and she suppressed the groan in her throat. Her cold and beautiful face was tense, but she still took a half step back. Xia Feng followed and took a half step forward.
She realized what Xia Feng wanted, and said coldly, "Give it up, unless you abandon the pale bloodline, turn your faith to me, and become my saint. Otherwise, you will never be able to obtain the inheritance of this bloodline."
"Of course, if you are willing to abandon the paleness and become my saint, I will treat you well. How about this? Do you want to transform your bloodline?"
Xia Feng: “.”
Wishful thinking! Xia Feng stopped smoking.
"Bang!" At this moment, the door of the lounge was kicked open and a young man with a folding fan walked in slowly.
In the dimly lit dressing room, Huang Zhaoyue's fox-grey pupils were slightly cold as she held the man's black hair in her arms, her swan-like neck slightly tilted upwards on her collarbone as she calmly commanded, "Don't stop."
The speed of transformation back into a black cat depends on the amount of dragon spirit blood in Xia Feng's body.
At the current speed, it would still be difficult to turn Xia Feng into a black cat before Huang Shikai opened the door.
"Da——" Huang Shikai put away his folding fan, and suddenly turned his head as if he realized something, looking towards the curtain door of the dressing room in confusion.
(End of this chapter)
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