Chapter 535: Miss Evil Dragon’s Anomaly
The star wheel sailed out of the coast, leading to the endless Space-time Sea. Xia Feng quickly set up the formation for the [Gate to the World] in the luxurious bedroom. This time, Miss Mu did not cause trouble. She simply took off her high heels, crossed her long legs clad in black silk, and lounged by the bay window couch. Her beautiful eyes, hidden behind half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, were serene as she read a book. Outside the window, magnificent azure blue currents flowed, and tiny streaks of light like raindrops peppered the glass, making soft rustling sounds. The atmosphere was tranquil, and the tense nerves Xia Feng had carried for days inexplicably eased, allowing him to relax. After watching Miss Mu’s quiet, focused, and aloof demeanor for a while, Xia Feng smiled, turned, and stepped into the space gate.
There was a flash of light in the bedroom, and Xia Feng found himself standing in the same spot, his gaze vacant, his soul departed. Mu Qingtong still hadn’t looked up. She was just frowning at the page in her hand. Every character on this page was strangely shaped, and after nearly half an hour, she still couldn’t understand its meaning. This was absolutely unprecedented. Puzzled, she closed the book and glanced at the cover, only to realize she had been holding it upside down. The silver-haired woman silently turned the “Dragon Language” book back upright, pushed her glasses up with a delicate finger, and resumed studying. Although Dragon Language wasn’t made of Spirit Paper, it was indeed harder to learn than an A-class Spirit Robe.
Xia Feng opened his eyes. Everything was as usual. The World Tree, the pale bone dragon, the black and gold divine seat, and the Star-skirt woman seated upon it. However, he was below the divine steps. The white-haired woman was pinned to the center of the ground by a sword body constructed from pale lightning. Her lower half was serpentine, like a mermaid pierced through the heart by a harpoon, suspended in mid-air. Her cold white serpentine eyes, gazing at the canopy of the World Tree, were filled with despair and fear. However, the gaze in her eyes was actually frozen at this moment, as if all the emotions from her death had solidified here, leaving her unable to move, sealed from all external perception, forever trapped in silence and darkness.
Xia Feng glanced at Bai Suxi’s tragic state, then curiously looked up at the woman slowly opening her eyes on the divine seat. Pale vertical pupils looked down at him indifferently. The woman did not speak, merely observing him from above. Xia Feng’s scalp tightened, and he inexplicably felt something was not right. Miss Evil Dragon’s gaze had always instilled a physical, subconscious fear in him, but this time it felt different. Yet, he couldn’t pinpoint why. The feeling vanished in an instant. “I must be overthinking,” he thought. Xia Feng respectfully cupped his fists. “Lord Dragon God, are you alright?” The woman on the divine seat remained silent, her pale divine eyes, like those from the dawn of creation, were indifferent and devoid of any emotion. Xia Feng was accustomed to Miss Evil Dragon’s cold silence, assuming she was sulking again. He took a light step forward, ascending the stairs. Under the Star-skirt woman’s gaze, he stepped up the stairs one by one, soon arriving before the divine seat. The Star-skirt woman sat majestically, her face, half-ethereal and half-bewitching, slowly lifted. The vertical pupils beneath the golden cross on her brow were majestic and cold. Xia Feng’s black eyes blinked, and he directly hooked her delicate jaw, about to kiss her slightly parted, seductive red lips. He intended to use action to pry open Miss Evil Dragon’s mouth, to make her stop sulking and speak.
However, just as he began to lower his head, his entire body suddenly froze as if time had stopped, even his eyeballs were unable to move. “You are my believer? How utterly audacious!” Those vertical pupils, filled with divine majesty, were slightly raised. Xia Feng’s skull felt like it would explode, his heart filled with terror, and his soul trembled. Simultaneously, a rustling sound like a tail moving came from the ground. Xia Feng keenly noticed that the tip of the dragon tail hanging down from the Star-skirt and touching the ground was ink black. The ink black spread from the tail tip towards the middle, but was soon suppressed by the pale dragon scales, receding back to the tail tip. Xia Feng could finally move again. He gasped for breath and retreated several steps abruptly, his expression confused.
“Buzz—Buzz—” Black and white intertwined divine ripples spread out layer by layer from the divine seat. The golden cross between the brows of the woman on the divine seat flickered on and off, flashing rapidly. Her majestic vertical pupils narrowed, and her red lips parted slightly. Frowning, she spoke coldly, “Why bother? You already died in the past. I am the Dragon God now.” As she spoke, her delicate brows furrowed even tighter, and the light on her brow flickered more rapidly. The next moment, her tone became even colder and more majestic, as if she had become a different person. “But facts prove that the current Di Si is not a qualified Dragon God. So, ninth generation, be prepared. I will return.” “Furthermore, this is my final warning: do not engage in intercourse with believers again! Do not defile your divine body!” She gave Xia Feng a cold glance. As she spoke, the cross between her brows finally stopped flickering, and her dragon tail returned to its pale, snow-white color, unstained by dust.
After the mysterious existence departed. ! The Star-skirt woman’s delicate brows remained slightly furrowed, and a cold, irritated glint flashed in her vertical pupils. “This guy, an existence that should have long since perished, is warning me?” Seeing Di Si finally return to normal, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling helpless. Indeed, accompanying a ruler is like accompanying a tiger. He had truly felt like he was going to die just now. “Lord Dragon God, what just happened?” he asked, confused. Di Si looked up, her vertical pupils fixed on her believer. “My eighth generation.” “Eighth generation?” Xia Feng was stunned. Di Si didn’t elaborate. She simply narrowed her vertical pupils, lightly patted her divine star skirt that covered her shapely thighs, and coldly commanded, “Come up.” “…” Miss Evil Dragon, you’re becoming more and more brazen! Xia Feng silently took a few more steps forward. Under the gaze of those pale vertical pupils, he placed his hands on the shoulders of the woman on the divine seat and straddled the star skirt.
Feeling the close proximity of the believer’s robust male aura, the woman on the divine seat pressed her legs together. Her vertical pupils contracted almost imperceptibly as the tip of her pale dragon tail, coiled around her thighs beneath the skirt, quickly wrapped around the believer’s calf. She slowly raised her vertical pupils, gently circling the believer’s waist with her delicate hand, meeting the man’s black eyes looking up at her from such close proximity. “Buzz—” At this moment, Xia Feng noticed the cross between Miss Evil Dragon’s brows begin to flicker again. Her vertical pupils, looking down at him with disdain, revealed a struggling coldness, twisting and trembling. Xia Feng realized that the mysterious existence, the so-called eighth generation, had returned. The delicate hand of the eighth generation suddenly pressed on his shoulder, trying to push him away. Her vertical pupils grew colder, but her red lips parted slightly, commanding, “Believer, bear the pain for me.” “…” Looking at the cold vertical pupils before him, which even seemed to burn with divine wrath, Xia Feng felt a strange sensation in his heart. However, he obeyed the command, directly pulling away the woman on the divine seat’s resisting hands, hooking her delicate jaw, and accurately covering her red lips with his own.
“!!!” The vertical pupils at such close range froze for a moment, then surged with immense fury. Her hands pushed even more violently. Xia Feng’s black eyes turned cold. He directly pulled her hands above her head and secured them on the back of the chair, allowing her to resist only by twisting her waist from side to side, but it was all in vain. “Ninth ge—!” The angry, rejecting voice that overflowed from her red lips was cold and muffled, indistinguishable. Di Si did not control her speaking rights, allowing the eighth generation to struggle. She simply quietly felt the believer’s blasphemy, felt the believer’s increasingly burning body.
