Chapter 519: Dragon Language
Xia Feng had been prepared for Jiang Qiue to have more trump cards.
But he didn’t expect her trump card to be so perverted.
As expected, this green-haired fox was not only insidious but also dark and perverted!
Xia Feng frowned and snatched the wooden carving.
The wooden carving was a cylinder about five centimeters tall, slender at the top and thick at the bottom, emitting a green light, with the characters “Xia Feng” carved in the center.
It was extremely eerie.
Xia Feng directly threw this thing into the Nascent Ten Space, wondering if he could use it to isolate its ability.
“It’s useless,” Jiang Qiue said calmly. “Unless you destroy the green imprint of the character ‘Jiang’ on your neck, I can control your craving for femininity at any time.”
“There are only three women present. Whose do you want?”
The woman in the green dress raised her exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly face and asked him calmly. Xia Feng narrowed his black pupils, took a deep breath, and said coldly:
“You can try.”
Seeing that he was not threatened, Jiang Qiue pursed her lips, her tone gradually turning cold. “Fine, I just don’t know how good your relationship with Cha Nai Xue is.”
Cha Nai Xue? Xia Feng was stunned. Before he could say anything, the characters “Cha Nai Xue” immediately appeared next to “Xia Feng” on the wooden carving.
“!!” Xia Feng’s breathing quickened. As his throat moved, a sweet scent of milk tea faintly wafted to his nostrils. He looked up in a daze.
He happened to see Cha Nai Xue’s alluring cleavage, the ice plums carved into the fabric of her snow dress stretched taut as if winter flowers were blooming.
He frowned, forcing his gaze away, and his eyes met Cha Nai Xue’s beautiful eyes, which were narrowed with hidden mockery.
Xia Feng’s gaze turned cold.
Cha Nai Xue quickly averted her gaze, retracting her disrespectful look.
Xia Feng cursed inwardly. Could this branch of femininity designate the object of craving? Truly despicable!
Seeing the two exchanging glances, Jiang Qiue understood that she had guessed correctly. Xia Feng’s relationship with Cha Nai Xue was actually not good.
She couldn’t designate the Q-Masked Man, as the Q-Masked Man and Xia Feng were a couple and would most likely not reject Xia Feng’s craving for femininity.
Naturally, she couldn’t designate herself either; that would be no different from actively seeking humiliation.
Therefore, the only candidate present was Cha Nai Xue.
Of course, this method couldn’t actually help her current predicament.
But it was enough to torment this hateful guy!
Next, this scoundrel Xia Feng would slowly be unable to resist his craving and would eventually sink into Cha Nai Xue’s embrace of femininity.
If the Q-Masked Man were to kill Cha Nai Xue directly because of this, that would be best. Even if she didn’t, it wouldn’t be a loss for her.
“Drip—drip—”
The nun on the sofa finally put down her crossed long legs and slowly walked over. As she passed Xia Feng, she picked up the green wooden carving in his hand.
Her fingertips gently brushed over the two lines of text carved on the wooden carving: [Xia Feng] [Cha Nai Xue].
Beneath her holy white hood, her red lips parted, and she said calmly, “Nine-Tails, you have one last chance to beg for mercy and surrender.”
Her identity was directly revealed. Jiang Qiue’s eyes turned cold, and she changed her self-address. “Since you know I am Nine-Tails, you should understand that if I commit suicide and resurrect, you won’t be able to stop me.”
“Is that so? If you’re not afraid of the Corrupted Seal collapsing, you can try.”
“. ” Jiang Qiue couldn’t help but frown and fell silent.
She hadn’t expected this woman to understand her situation so well.
Indeed, if she were to break off another fox tail to resurrect, there would be nearly a 20% chance of the Corrupted Seal collapsing.
Although this probability didn’t seem very high, as long as it wasn’t suppressed below 0.1%, she wouldn’t take the risk.
Originally, according to her plan, as long as she could absorb enough dragon blood, she could then safely break off a tail without fearing the exacerbation of the Corrupted Seal. But an accident happened midway. She had only absorbed enough dragon blood to suppress the seal’s deterioration from her last tail breakage when Xia Feng betrayed her!
“Are you sure you won’t dispel it?” The nun brought the wooden carving to her, looking down at her, and asked calmly.
Jiang Qiue’s expression was calm, and she glanced at the woman faintly.
Seeing this, the nun nodded, bent down, and placed the wooden carving upright on the cold porcelain tiles, with the two vertical characters [Xia Feng] and [Cha Nai Xue] carved on the left and right sides of the pillar, faintly emitting a green light.
The nun patted Cha Nai Xue’s lowered head and softly instructed, “Let her sit on it.”
With that, the nun slowly walked back to the sofa.
She crossed her slender right leg over her left leg, which was adorned with white lace. Her solemn, dark lower garment hung down, and she picked up the “Dragon Language” and leaned back.
Xia Feng and the other two in their original positions were a bit stunned.
Cha Nai Xue was the first to react. She glanced at the woman on the sofa, who was dressed in a solemn nun’s habit, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, went behind Jiang Qiue and reached out to lift her elegant green skirt.
“You—!” Jiang Qiue’s cold, immortal fairy expression couldn’t hold, and her voice trembled. “Cha Nai Xue, are you crazy!”
“If I don’t do this, then I will be the one punished,” a helpless, gentle voice whispered in Jiang Qiue’s ear. “So, please bear with it.”
!
“Cha Nai Xue!!—” Seeing her making such a fuss, Cha Nai Xue directly stuffed her purple panties into her mouth.
“Mmph—”
“Don’t worry, I won’t get the position wrong.”
“?!?”
“.!” Seeing this scene, Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched, and he slowly turned his head with a stiff neck to look at the nun on the sofa.
He suddenly realized that Miss Mu had barely spoken to him since they met, and had hardly even looked him in the eye.
This was quite different from the reunion Xia Feng had envisioned.
In his imagination, even if Miss Mu wasn’t tearful, she should have bitten her lip and rushed into his arms, or at the very least… well, even at the very least, she should have curiously asked him where he had been for the past few months, or when he resurrected, and so on.
Unfortunately, none of that happened.
After meeting, this woman had chatted with Jiang Qiue for a few sentences, but hadn’t spoken to him.
Xia Feng stood there, quietly staring at the nun on the sofa.
The nun didn’t look up to acknowledge his gaze. She simply lowered her head and flipped through the pages of the book, as if engrossed in the world of the “Dragon Language.”
Xia Feng blinked and continued to stare at her.
But the nun simply shifted her crossed legs. Her round thighs under the black side hem were wrapped in white lace. Her slender fingers held the edge of the paper and turned another page.
Snow was falling outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the old oil lamp beside the sofa flickered with dim candlelight.
The entire living room was unusually silent, with only the occasional sound of pages turning and the rustling of clothes intermingling.
In addition, there was the muffled roar of anger from the clear female voice behind him.
Xia Feng’s black pupils narrowed. A sweet scent of milk tea seemed to linger in the air, reaching his nostrils and stirring his inner craving.
He suppressed this strange feeling of wanting to lick something and stood there for a moment. The nun on the sofa remained silent, so he also remained silent.
A few seconds later, Cha Nai Xue’s hesitant voice came from behind him, “Little Feng, can you help me? I can’t operate it properly by myself.”
He frowned and turned around, his black eyes meeting the absurd scene.
