Chapter 209.209 Scumbag Xia Feng
The capsule ship’s space was extremely narrow, like two thick slices of bread tightly holding two pieces of meat in between. However, it wasn’t as if nothing could be done.
For instance, watching movies.
Admittedly, watching some intense movies in such a confined space did offer a unique kind of enjoyment.
However, it was a pity that the Eternal Flow Sea had no internet connection. The ship only had some pre-downloaded videos, such as the Spirit Song Competition, which was popular throughout the empire.
On the right side of the cabin wall, a brightly shining display screen showed a massive venue filled with people. In the center of the dazzling stage stood an elegant woman in a black dress gown. The crowd waved glow sticks, emitting wild and excited cheers.
“Mu Shen! Mu Shen!!”
“Mu Shen, I love you!”
“Elder Sister Mu, I want to have your babies!”
The black-dressed woman stood tall in the center of the stage, exuding an intellectual and elegant aura. A gentle smile always graced her face as she quietly looked down at the masses below.
Seeing Mu Qingtong’s popularity, as if she had already become a national superstar, Xia Feng felt it was outrageous and unreal.
He glanced at the silver-haired woman in the black dress, who was lazily sprawled on him, her hair wet and messy, and suddenly asked, “Miss Mu, your Holy Solution Ceremony is to become a national superstar, right?”
Mu Qingtong’s face still bore the blush from the battle. She slightly raised her beautiful eyes and pursed her lips into a faint smile, “Whatever Mr. Xia thinks it is, it is.”
So it wasn’t that, but it definitely had something to do with singing. Just as Xia Feng fell into contemplation, the black-dressed woman on him began to move again.
The space in front of him gradually descended into darkness and heaviness as Mu Qingtong climbed up slightly. She reached out and tapped a few times on the display screen on the cabin ceiling above her head.
“Beep beep—”
A drawer was opened by her, containing 20 high-concentration energy bars, 20 bottles of water, and… 10 tanghulus, filling the small storage drawer to the brim.
Mu Qingtong took out two energy bars, two tanghulus, and a bottle of water, then moved her body back down.
However, during the process, she clearly felt Mr. Xia’s breathing become slightly rapid. Hot breath brushed past her sensitive collarbone.
She pursed her lips, her expression calm, and settled back into position.
Although Xia Feng had fled into the Eternal Flow Sea, it wasn’t without a destination.
His current objective was to find Gui Hua’s Divine Authority Fragment and see if he could further repair the Gui Dao.
According to the direction indicated by the Gui Dao, the target was in the Gami Sea area. It would take at least 10 days to sail to this sea area, so it was natural to prepare some energy bars and water.
However.
“Why are there tanghulus too?”
“Because I like them,” Mu Qingtong explained.
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised. So this World-Ending Witch had cravings too, tanghulus…
The silver-haired woman’s red lips parted slightly, and she swallowed the first glistening red fruit along with the transparent glutinous rice paper.
*Crunch, crunch—* Her small face puffed out slightly. With her beautiful eyes looking down, she pushed another one into Xia Feng’s slightly parted lips, “Here, have one. By the way, have you eaten tanghulu before?”
“Do you think I’m a pauper?” Xia Feng took the skewer, took a bite, and nodded. Mmm, the taste was quite good, sweet and sour.
“Oh.” Mu Qingtong seemed to really love tanghulus. She leaned on Xia Feng, lowered her head, and began to eat with concentration. One glistening red fruit after another was engulfed by her red lips. The pleasant crunching sounds of tasting filled Xia Feng’s ears.
Xia Feng wasn’t in a hurry to eat. Instead, he took out the materials for engraving the Gate to the World and began to prepare the ink.
Mu Qingtong’s small face leaned against Xia Feng’s neck. While happily eating, she watched his movements and soon guessed what Xia Feng wanted to do.
“Mr. Xia, is the deity behind you one of the twelve main stars?” Mu Qingtong asked doubtfully.
“You guess.”
“And their gender?”
“You guess.”
“Looking at the structure of this formation, is He in some kind of Place of Seal?”
“You guess.”
“Mr. Xia, I don’t have time to beat you right now, so you’d better not provoke me.” “You guess~”
“!”
While Xia Feng was fending off Mu Qingtong’s various doubts, he soon completed a miniature formation for the Gate to the World.
Instantly, the intricate and brilliant golden patterns engraved on the cabin wall lit up one by one. A faint oval halo appeared, with pale golden flowing light shimmering within.
“Miss Mu, wait for me for half an hour. I’ll be out soon.”
Saying this, Xia Feng reached out to probe the halo, but as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head to look at his tanghulu skewer, of which he had only eaten one bite.
He extended his right hand and picked it up, then extended his left hand into the halo.
Instantly, his spirit body emerged from his physical body. As he had expected, the tanghulu could not follow him into the Evil Dragon Space.
However, to his surprise, a semi-transparent skewer of tanghulu appeared on the surface of the tanghulu, like a spirit body. With a whoosh, it followed him into the space gate.
Landing on the ground, Xia Feng looked at the skewer of tanghulu in his hand. The semi-transparent, illusory appearance returned to its glistening state.
!
He took a bite. The taste was still sweet and sour.
Although he didn’t understand the principle, it was a good thing.
He looked up.
Miss Evil Dragon was as usual, her starry skirt outlining her graceful curves as she lay languidly on the Divine Seat, appearing to be in a deep sleep with her eyes closed.
However, her tender red lips parted and closed gently as she breathed evenly. Her majestic small face gradually became rosy, as if she were dreaming of something unpleasant. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft hum. The long, beautiful legs beneath her skirt were brought together, rubbing against each other softly.
The snow-white tail tied around her delicate ankles swayed from side to side.
“Cough~” Xia Feng lowered his head and coughed softly. The starry-skirted woman slowly raised her curved eyelids, her pale vertical pupils looking indifferently at the human male below.
*Whoosh—* The snow-white tail retracted into her skirt. Her vertical pupils were calm, “You’re here. What is the matter this time?”
Xia Feng blinked. What else could it be? Of course, it was to gain experience.
“If it’s to absorb Calamity Force, then there’s no need to say anything.”
“I already stated last time that as punishment for your blasphemy, you cannot bear suffering for me or ingest my Calamity Force for three hundred years!”
“…”
As expected, he couldn’t escape this punishment after all. Xia Feng felt helpless, but it didn’t matter.
He was a master of various scumbag tactics. He had already devised a countermeasure.
While contemplating, he shook his head and walked up the stairs.
“Lord Dragon God, you misunderstand. I’ve come to bring you something good this time.”
Seeing Xia Feng once again not acting like a subordinate and approaching the Divine Seat, Di Si frowned slightly.
Last time, she had already noticed that whenever this subordinate approached her, unbearable desires would uncontrollably rise in her heart.
This troubled her greatly.
“Something good?” Di Si slowly stood up, sat up with dignity, and her gaze fell on the red object in Xia Feng’s hand.
“This? What is this?”
“Tanghulu, a type of sweet food.”
Xia Feng handed the tanghulu over and said earnestly, “This method might seem ridiculous to you, but I still want you to try it. Even if it can only alleviate a sliver of pain, it’s good!”
Di Si was slightly stunned as she accepted the tanghulu, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
She never expected that after punishing this subordinate and forbidding him from bearing suffering for her, this devout follower would directly seek another method, unwilling to abandon his original intention.
