**Chapter 214: I Am Guilty**
Her pale vertical pupils were calm as she withdrew her gaze.
“Alright, my believer, come forward. I will completely eradicate the infection of desire for you.”
The star-skirt woman sat regally, raising a delicate hand to beckon him.
Xia Feng stepped closer as instructed, reaching the divine seat. He began to bend slightly, but Di Si pressed a hand on his shoulder, her vertical pupils glancing up lightly. “You’re absorbing too slowly. Today, I will give you my blood again.”
“Ah? Again?” Xia Feng was somewhat surprised. He actually disliked this method. The Dragon God’s method of transferring blood was too violent, leaving him with a terrifying sense of impending death.
“Hmm?” The woman on the divine seat pursed her lips. “You seem unwilling?”
“Not at all,” Xia Feng shook his head.
Di Si’s vertical pupils flickered for a moment at his lie. This was the first time she had heard this believer lie, and it was laced with fear.
The tip of her tail, which was restraining her ankles beneath her skirt, stopped swinging. A complex, unfathomable emotion arose in the depths of her pupils.
Xia Feng keenly noticed a hint of cold displeasure in the Evil Dragon Miss’s pale vertical pupils, and a strange sense of dread suddenly shot up the back of his head.
He was overcome with an odd sense of unease.
But before he could ponder further, the star-skirt woman had already risen from the divine seat.
The Evil Dragon Miss was actually quite tall, reaching 1.8 meters. As she stood up, her snow-white dragon tail, beautifully covered in scales, dragged on the ground. She walked barefoot and slowly towards Xia Feng, her pale vertical pupils gazing down coldly.
Xia Feng’s heart tightened. He inexplicably felt nervous. He hadn’t noticed it before, but today, for some reason, he found the Evil Dragon Miss incredibly terrifying.
Was it because of her height?
Previously, the Evil Dragon Miss had always been seated, so her height wasn’t as apparent. But now that she stood, she was a little taller than Xia Feng, which indeed put more psychological pressure on him.
“Hmm?” The Dragon God’s gaze was indifferent.
Xia Feng knew now wasn’t the time to overthink or offer opinions. He carefully reached out to embrace the Dragon God’s slender waist. Holding her, he turned his face away, fully exposing his neck for the Dragon God to bite, making it more convenient for her.
Looking at the neck within close proximity, Di Si subconsciously stuck out her small tongue and licked the corner of her lips. Without hesitation, she bit down fiercely.
Xia Feng: “!”
A vast amount of divine dragon blood surged in, pouring directly into the depths of his soul. Xia Feng was so startled by the suddenness that he almost cried out. He quickly reached out to press on the Dragon God’s shoulder and took a step back.
But in the next moment, two fair, delicate arms wrapped around his back, pulling him back into her embrace with immense strength.
“Don’t move!” Di Si’s telepathic voice echoed in Xia Feng’s mind, a cold command.
“.”
Although the Evil Dragon Miss appeared cold and unsmiling, and not very approachable, she was usually quite reasonable. But for some reason, today she had become extremely forceful.
Xia Feng dared not resist, so he ventured a suggestion, his voice slightly hoarse. “Lord Dragon God, could you slow down a bit? I can’t withstand such a fast pace…”
Di Si, buried in his neck, slightly slowed her pace. But as her delicate hand stroked his subtly trembling back and shoulder blades, a languid, cold voice arose, “My believer, are you afraid of me?” Hearing this, Xia Feng instantly understood the problem.
“Lord Dragon God, you should know that even though I yearn for you psychologically, my body’s natural fear of the dragon race’s might is beyond my control, especially when you actively infuse your dragon blood and the powerful dragon pressure sweeps through my spirit…”
Xia Feng paused here, his tone softening as he spoke gently, “My physiological instincts make me resist you, even detest you. But please, Lord Dragon God, believe that my heart yearns for you!”
The believer’s thin lips brushed against her ear. His earnest and sincere words made Di Si pause for a moment. Is that how it is…
She couldn’t help but stop transferring her dragon blood. She slightly raised her moist lips, still tinged with blood, and her warm breath caressed his Adam’s apple. Xia Feng trembled slightly. Just as he was about to say something, the Evil Dragon Miss lowered her head again and bit the side of his neck.
“Lord Dragon God…”
The believer’s voice, parched from dehydration, reached Di Si’s ears, penetrating her nerves like soft, fine threads, coiling around her heart, and then tightening abruptly.
This believer… truly pleases me… Inadvertently, Di Si’s pale vertical pupils narrowed into a dangerous slit, and the grip of her delicate hands on Xia Feng’s back tightened further.
Xia Feng felt a strong sense of foreboding. No, what’s going on? Why is she squeezing harder?
“Lord Dragon God, are you still angry?” Xia Feng believed he had grasped the Evil Dragon Miss’s intentions. The Evil Dragon Miss was a deity who valued her believers and didn’t want them to fear her.
Therefore, Xia Feng thought his answer should be enough to appease the Evil Dragon Miss and resolve the misunderstanding.
!
“Lord Dragon God, how about this? You like Tanghulu, don’t you? I’ll go snatch some for you later!” Xia Feng said with a confident smile. “Just a mere witch. If she dares to cause trouble in front of me, she’ll regret it!”
What the believer said was no longer important. Di Si didn’t hear any of it. However, the believer’s wild, hoarse chuckle close to her ear was like a spark igniting the fuse of a powder keg. Di Si choked, and her heart began to beat faster for some reason.
She stopped transferring dragon blood again.
Seeing this, Xia Feng couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Lord Dragon God, you’ve finally stopped.”
Di Si, her divine star skirt draped over her cloud-gray soft hair, slowly raised her head. Her pale, majestic vertical pupils followed, her gaze lingering from the believer’s jaw to his thin, slightly parting lips.
Listening to Xia Feng’s gentle murmur, she could no longer suppress the wicked fire at the bottom of her heart. Her heart pounded, and the flames in her eyes blazed.
“Lord Dragon God?” Xia Feng felt that something was wrong.
Her snow-white dragon tail now hung out from under the starry skirt, dangling casually on the ground. The sacred, snow-white tail muscles shimmered with faintly visible light-gold meridians, like some kind of sacred script or curse mark, extending from the tailbone to the tip. Finally, at the tail’s end, they converged into a single point of brilliance, shining brightly.
Rustle—
Suddenly, it began to climb. The slender tail, over a meter long, quietly slithered up Xia Feng’s right ankle, coiling around it.
Xia Feng shivered. Before he could react, the soft yet powerful scales of the dragon tail rapidly coiled around his leg, from his calf to his thigh, and with a final contraction, it tightened like a snare!
“Lord Dragon God, what are you doing?!” Xia Feng was startled. He looked up, his gaze meeting those pale vertical pupils.
The vertical pupils were cold and disdainful, exuding supreme authority.
Xia Feng’s expression froze. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, the stunningly beautiful face before him, with an expression of unquestionable indifference, slowly lowered. Her moist red lips also moved closer.
I am guilty.
