Chapter 211: Plant the Flag Again
A cold, soft bite on his neck, like being tightly coiled by a terrifying snake, the stinging pain reaching down to his nerves. Xia Feng had never felt such fear before; he hadn’t felt this way when he’d voluntarily contacted Miss Evil Dragon earlier. But now, he felt as if he would be bitten to death by Miss Evil Dragon at any moment. This seemed to be the effect of the natural oppressive aura of a dragon race.
Luckily, Lord Dragon God harbored no ill intentions. Xia Feng recovered and quietly felt the continuous amplification of his mental power. However, as more and more divine dragon blood was infused into his neck skin, he started to feel overwhelmed. He tightly embraced Miss Evil Dragon’s shoulder blades and suppressed a groan, “Lord Dragon God, it’s enough. Please let go of me.”
His voice, like a devotee’s, was dry and hoarse, with rapid breathing in his ear. Di Si’s pale vertical pupils narrowed into a thin slit, emanating a cold, dangerous gaze. But it quickly dissipated, returning to its normal indifferent state. She slightly loosened her grip, her beautiful eyes looking down at the skin on his neck, marked by two deep teeth marks. Fresh blood seeped from the wound, flowing down his bulging neck and onto his white clothes.
“Does it hurt?” Miss Evil Dragon’s voice was calm and soft. Xia Feng tilted his head back, sweat beading on his forehead. “It does hurt a bit. Lord Dragon God, you’re infusing the dragon blood too quickly. But it’s okay, I can endure it—”
He stopped mid-sentence, feeling a warm tingle on his neck again. Miss Evil Dragon buried her head once more. “It was me who couldn’t control my strength. I’ll help you clean the wound.”
“…” Your way of cleaning wounds is quite peculiar. Xia Feng, pressing on Miss Evil Dragon’s delicate shoulder, tried to push her away. “Lord Dragon God, I’m just a spirit body now. This bleeding isn’t real blood.”
“But your spirit body is damaged, which is much more serious than bleeding from a physical body.” The star-skirt woman gripped Xia Feng’s wrist and commanded in a deep voice, “Don’t move!”
“…”
Xia Feng’s spirit body was now completely saturated with dragon blood. Not only was his desire eliminated, but even the daily absorption by the Calamity Demon Heart had reached its limit, entering the legendary sage mode, devoid of all wants and desires. However, he hadn’t expected Lord Dragon God to be so responsible, insisting on seeing things through to the end.
Xia Feng had no choice but to quietly watch as Miss Evil Dragon used her small tongue to clean his wound. As the wound on his neck healed, Di Si slowly raised her head. Her dignified face, framed by her cloud-grey soft hair, was indifferent. Her gaze inadvertently rested on the believer’s slightly parted thin lips.
Thump-thump—
Thump-thump!
Her heart beat rhythmically. She quickly averted her gaze, forcefully suppressing the wicked thought of wanting to envelop the believer’s lips. What happened today was already an indulgence; there could be no further delusions.
Seeing that Miss Evil Dragon had looked up but remained silent, her pale vertical pupils indifferently gazing at him, Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine. However, this strange, unsettling feeling quickly faded.
The star-skirt woman sat on the divine seat, her arms around Xia Feng’s waist, and said in a soft voice, “My believer, when will you come again?”
“Tomorrow, what’s wrong?” Xia Feng planned to visit the Evil Dragon Space once every few days to rapidly increase his mental power.
“Tomorrow…” Di Si thought for a moment and then nodded, explaining, “The desire infection on your body hasn’t been completely eliminated yet. When you come tomorrow, I’ll infuse you with dragon spirit blood again. That should completely eliminate it.”
Xia Feng was very surprised. He hadn’t expected Miss Evil Dragon to become so proactive. Hadn’t she said today was the last time?
“Tomorrow will be the last time you absorb my calamity force.” Di Si’s delicate hand pinched his jaw, her vertical pupils indifferent. “From now on, the punishment for you will remain; you are forbidden from enduring pain for me for 300 years. Do you understand?”
“…” Xia Feng understood and his expression turned serious. He met the gaze of the woman on the divine seat and said respectfully in a deep voice, “Yes, Lord Dragon God!”
He finally understood. Miss Evil Dragon was all talk and no action. Every “last time” could be followed by another. In fact, Di Si had intended today to be the last and only indulgence. But unfortunately, the desire infection on her believer was very difficult to eliminate. In that case, there was nothing to be done but wait until the next day. However, three times was the limit. After one more indulgence tomorrow, this absurd and wicked affair would have to end completely.
As for whether she would lose control of her evil thoughts because of this? She had great confidence in her willpower. After all, she had controlled herself today and refrained from kissing Xia Feng’s lips, thus avoiding the great sin of violating her believer. Therefore, she would naturally be able to control herself tomorrow, and she was sure of it! It would be easy!
Afterward, Xia Feng and Miss Evil Dragon spoke about a few more things. Miss Evil Dragon listened while savoring a tanghulu. Despite being a majestic Dragon God, the way she delicately licked the glistening red fruit with her small tongue, taking small bites and swallowing, was a stark contrast. It kept distracting Xia Feng.
After chatting for a few minutes, Xia Feng prepared to leave. However, Miss Evil Dragon stopped him and said seriously, “Xia Feng, I quite like this tanghulu. Do you have any more?”
“…” Xia Feng remembered that Miss Mu still had eight tanghulu preserved.
“Uh, I’ll see.” Xia Feng coughed, not immediately agreeing. “I’ll try to bring you one more tomorrow…”
The believer’s voice faded. The woman on the divine seat quietly watched the spot where the believer’s spiritual light had vanished for a while. She sucked the last glistening red fruit from her red lips. Her dignified, calm little face puffed out her cheeks, her vertical pupils still indifferent. However, beneath her starry skirt, her snow-white dragon tail emerged again, coiling around her ankles, its tip swinging left and right with more joy than ever before.
* * *
When Xia Feng opened his eyes, the black-dressed woman who had been leaning on him handed him a bamboo skewer, her beautiful eyes narrowing. “Where’s the tanghulu on it?”
Xia Feng: “…?”
!
Mu Qingtong briefly explained what had happened. Just as Xia Feng was about to return to the real world, she saw the tanghulu in his hand begin to disintegrate, piece by piece, shattering into red light and vanishing.
“I gave the tanghulu to that deity,” Xia Feng explained.
“Is that so…” Mu Qingtong nodded thoughtfully. She was actually somewhat surprised that the space where that deity resided could destroy the tanghulu’s existence in such a way. It was very interesting.
She was very interested and raised her eyes to ask something when her beautiful eyes suddenly became vigilant. She reached out and tapped the light screen above her. A pitch-black bullet had shot through the azure blue sea current behind them and was rapidly approaching the capsule ship.
“Lie down properly.” Mu Qingtong pressed a red button on the top of her head, then leaned forward and embraced Xia Feng’s neck.
“Activating manual piloting mode. Warning: In this mode, any action taken by the pilot will affect the cabin’s movement. For non-professional personnel, please do not…”
Mu Qingtong ignored the mechanical female voice. Holding Xia Feng’s body, she suddenly tilted sharply to the left, causing the entire capsule ship to perform a beautiful roll to the right.
Whoosh— A pitch-black bullet grazed the surface of the cabin, creating a piercing screech of sparks. Boom!! The bullet exploded, leaving a tiny dent on the right side of the capsule. The entire oval hull was flung far away by the shockwave, spinning and swaying rapidly in the azure space-time sea. Xia Feng felt dizzy, and the cabin sounded with a series of alarms.
“Mr. Xia, hold on tight. Give me all your strength and direction.” Miss Mu’s clear voice rang out. Xia Feng reacted quickly, tightly encircling the black-dressed woman’s waist, his remaining body fitting perfectly against hers. He relaxed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Next, Xia Feng felt as if he were inside a bullet that could change direction at will, flying through the sky and into the earth, twisting and turning left and right in a hail of gunfire. Xia Feng didn’t know what was happening. He only felt as if he were being crushed by two colossal mountains, his vision dim. He cautiously turned his head and, through a narrow gap of light, could see the rear-view screen on the side of the cabin. Ten capsule ships were rapidly closing in from behind, and countless pitch-black bullets exploded in the azure sea current. Mu Qingtong skillfully maneuvered the capsule ship, easily dodging the dense barrage. Her piloting skills were truly exceptional.
However, continuing like this was not a solution. This ship would eventually be surrounded and destroyed.
“Zzzt~” Suddenly, a crackling sound of electricity was heard. The voice communication system activated, and a man’s mocking laughter came through. “Heh heh, surrender. You can’t escape.”
Mu Qingtong ignored him. Xia Feng’s muffled voice came from beneath her chest: “Miss Mu, there’s actually no need for us to flee.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Mu Qingtong quickly understood Xia Feng’s intention. With a flip, the capsule ship turned and charged towards the pursuers.
