Chapter 234: Evil Dragon Diary 16
[Awakening Calendar Day 44]
[Pain Level 139 Million, Desire 58.76%]
[Today.]
[He didn’t come.]
[Is he afraid?]
[Indeed, I have been somewhat off these past few days, repeatedly using the excuse of nourishing his soul to invade his lips and tongue. Even after hearing his pleas for mercy, I never showed any pity. He must have been scared.]
[No, that’s not right, he’s my believer. He would never be afraid or disgusted with me!]
[Perhaps he was occupied today. He should come in tomorrow.]
[Awakening Calendar Day 45]
[Tomorrow, he will definitely come tomorrow!]
[Awakening Calendar Day 46]
[Waiting, waiting one more day!]
The diary flipped open, pages 47 to 54 were filled with exclamation marks. New entries only appeared on day 50.
[If he doesn’t come, he doesn’t come! Fine! I’ll go into hibernation!]
[Awakening Calendar Day 54]
[Pain Level 139 Million, Desire 58.76%]
[It’s been 10 days. I don’t know why, but the pain level has surged a bit, exceeding my capacity to bear it. It hurts so much.]
[Something strange happened today. A figure appeared outside the Place of Seal. It seemed to be a woman, but she left quickly.]
[I don’t know her intention, nor does it seem like she came to investigate if I’ve awakened.]
[Whatever.]
[I’ll wait for him one last day, this is truly the last day!]
The pages filled with messy lines continued to flip rapidly, covered in exclamation marks and irregular black lines: 55, 56, 57, 69.
[Awakening Calendar Day 70]
[Xia Feng, I want to eat Tanghulu.]
* * *
“Crunch, crunch—”
Mu Qingtong sucked a bright red, crystal-clear fruit into her mouth. The right side of her beautiful face bulged. As her teeth lightly bit down, the sweet and sour, wonderful taste diffused onto her tender red tongue. The sweet syrup flowed down her tongue to her stomach, as if savoring the delicacies of the world. She lazily leaned in Xia Feng’s arms, her beautiful eyes narrowed, feeling quite content.
Xia Feng gently embraced the delicate shoulder of the Black-dressed Woman, his cheek glistening with sweat as he lay back.
After leaving the Cloud Platform, the Capsule Ship sailed at full speed in the Eternal Flow Sea for two days, chasing down Player 14 who had luckily survived on the Star Wheel and escaped.
During this time, he had planned to enter the Evil Dragon Space while Mu Qingtong was resting. However, he didn’t expect Mu Qingtong to suddenly become interested and insist on fighting him.
This fight was again earth-shattering, and Xia Feng was almost torn apart. If it weren’t for Mu Qingtong’s Strength Value steadily increasing, he would never have engaged in such thankless effort again.
And so, after a fierce battle on the ship, Mu Qingtong, satisfied, lay on him, savoring the post-battle dessert.
Mu Qingtong extended her tender red tongue, gently licking the corner of her lips dusted with sugar, like a cat. Seeing Xia Feng look down, she brought the Tanghulu skewer to his thin lips.
Xia Feng opened his mouth and took a bite, chewing slowly, and nodded in contentment. “It’s quite sweet.”
The Capsule Ship moved forward quietly under automatic pilot.
After resting for a moment, Xia Feng wiped his mouth and leaned up slightly. “Alright, Miss Mu, I need to make a trip to the Divine Realm Space.”
*BOOM!!*
At this moment, a loud noise accompanied by a piercing shriek. The sea waves surged, and the Capsule Ship trembled and rocked because of it.
Their gazes slightly narrowed, and they looked up at the display screen.
There was nothing unusual in their immediate surroundings. The explosion should have occurred some distance away. Xia Feng took out his location card and checked. The direction of the explosion was exactly the same as Player 14’s location.
Player 14 had over a hundred Life Points, but Xia Feng wasn’t in a hurry to pursue.
However, now, Xia Feng was truly afraid that Player 14 might die at someone else’s hands. That would be a huge loss for him.
“Let’s go and see.”
The Capsule Ship set off again, rushing through layers of sea currents.
Soon, the scene ahead came into view. Wrecks of three warships, shrouded in pale white flames, were slowly descending into the bottomless abyss below.
The surviving pilots inside fell out of their cockpits and were swallowed by a suddenly swirling vortex with terrified expressions, vanishing in an instant.
Countless metal fragments floated in the azure blue seawater, and waves of energy were still continuously scattering outwards with the continuous wreckage as the center.
*Swish, swish—*
A crimson Cone-shaped Ship shot out from the blurry dust wave, heading straight for a Cloud Platform. It passed through the Airflow Layer and crashed into the rugged ground surface with a boom.
!
Closely following behind were nearly ten Cone-shaped Ships. After also passing through the Airflow Layer, about thirty individuals dressed in black combat suits landed on the ground.
Each of them held a Spirit Energy Gun. Continuous azure blue bullets rained down, shooting towards the wall of fire surrounding the crimson Cone-shaped Ship.
From within the wall of fire, a Tall woman with a long saber at her waist and wearing a loose white martial arts robe emerged.
A black sash tightly cinched her slender waist. Her wine-red long hair fluttered backward with the fierce flames. She raised her cold and beautiful face, stained with bloody essence, and her gaze, as cold as a lioness, quietly stared at the oncoming rain of bullets.
*Swoosh—*
Her delicate hand gripping the saber hilt moved slightly. Instantly, cold light flashed. The woman’s tall and proud curved figure was instantly pierced by the bullet rain, dissolving into smoke and shadows.
The next moment, cold light quietly appeared in the center of the enemy formation. A pale red arc flashed, and six people in combat suits clutched their spurting necks and slowly fell to the ground, a sky full of blood raining down.
The red-haired woman’s figure flickered. She reversed her grip on the long saber, planting it on the ground, and clutched her abdomen, her face somewhat pale. “Pfft—”
She vomited a mouthful of dark blood and weakly leaned on the saber handle.
On a hovering Cone-shaped Ship, a Middle-aged man in a deep red suit stood, looking down and smiling.
“Freya, surrender. With your severe injuries and complete loss of Spirit Pressure, you can’t escape.”
The red-haired woman slowly raised her head. Her blood-splattered beautiful eyes were calm, but a strange, excited arc silently curved at the corner of her lips.
*Flash—*
Although her injuries worsened, her Instant Step speed was even slightly faster than before. The three people holding their guns warily in the distance were stunned. Before they could react, they saw their own headless corpses flying towards them.
“Damn it! Stay away from her!”
Someone shouted, “Don’t let her get close—”
But the words also abruptly stopped.
The wine-red figure moved like a ghost on the flame-filled battlefield. Each saber flash saw at least one person’s head fall.
However, after killing ten more people, the woman vomited another large mouthful of dark, foul blood, panting breathlessly as she leaned on her saber, her eyes already blood red.
The Middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, knowing that the woman was at the end of her rope. He waved his hand, and immediately, continuous gunfire resumed.
Just as the two sides were fighting, an invisible Capsule Ship quietly approached the Cloud Platform.
“This figure looks so familiar…” Xia Feng muttered. As the display screen zoomed in, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes. “Teacher Freya?”
After Xia Feng revealed his “talent” at Weiyang Academy, Freya had been pestering him, wanting to take him as a disciple, even willing to spend money to support him, just hoping Xia Feng would become her personal disciple.
Since he rarely went to classes at the academy, Xia Feng hadn’t seen Teacher Freya much. He hadn’t expected to meet her here.
“Miss Mu, it looks like we’re going to have a magnificent Hero saves the beauty situation.”
