Chapter 647
Chapter 648. The Comatose Empress
Or directly take out the trump card—B-grade Spirit Robe: Sea of Memory.
If this Empress wanted to humiliate him, he would fight to the death and show the Empress a multi-angle panoramic video of “Blaspheming the Dragon God”!
A shared social death!
However, just as Xia Feng was hesitating between suicide and fighting to the death, he noticed that the Empress did not make any further moves after speaking.
He raised his eyes in confusion.
He saw the woman on the imperial seat frown, holding her forehead with one hand and gripping the armrest tightly with the other. Under her tightly-fitting, dark gold imperial dress, her body trembled slightly.
*Crackling—*
At the same time, the chains of law that bound Xia Feng suddenly shattered.
Xia Feng landed. While changing into a set of clothes from his Nascent Ten Space, he observed the woman on the imperial seat, his gaze hesitant, “What’s wrong with you?”
Circles of divine golden waves rippled outward from the imperial seat; the Empress’s condition was clearly unstable.
Those pale vertical pupils glanced at Xia Feng. Although her face was pale, her tone remained calm, “After re-establishing contact with my main body, I also need to bear the pain that my main body endures.”
There was such a thing? Xia Feng was slightly surprised.
However, before he could ask further, the divine gaseous waves that rippled outward suddenly dissipated, and the woman seated on the imperial throne swayed, falling backward and losing consciousness.
The space returned to silence.
Xia Feng: “…”
“Um… Your Majesty, are you alright?” he called out tentatively.
Ten seconds passed.
There was no response.
Xia Feng pondered for a moment, then silently waited for another ten seconds.
Seeing that the other party still showed no signs of waking up, he narrowed his black eyes and stepped forward, flying directly towards the clouds in the high sky.
He soon arrived in front of the majestic pale dragon head and landed on top of the dragon’s head.
The woman in the imperial dress lay on her back, her legs resting in front of the imperial seat. Beneath the hem of her dark gold imperial dress, which was adorned with dragon patterns, a pale dragon tail hung limply along her bent legs, drooping to Xia Feng’s feet.
Xia Feng’s gaze moved upward. The dark gold dragon patterns on her imperial dress seemed to ride on the clouds, traversing the flat snowfield and climbing over majestic peaks.
His gaze finally settled on the pale and taut little face of the woman on the imperial seat. Her expression indeed showed great pain.
Seeing this, Xia Feng’s expression also tightened, because he suddenly realized.
Since the Empress and Miss Evil Dragon endured the same pain,
Wouldn’t the Empress suddenly collapsing in such pain mean the same situation for Miss Evil Dragon?
Had the pain intensified?
Xia Feng was worried and frowned in contemplation. If the pain was the same, would alleviating the Empress’s pain also alleviate Miss Evil Dragon’s pain?
Wouldn’t she be so uncomfortable?
Thinking of this, Xia Feng quickly took out a string of Tanghulu (Candied Hawthorn) from his Nascent Ten Space, stepped forward, and leaned down.
He gradually approached the Empress’s peerless little face.
But at this moment, those tightly closed divine eyes suddenly opened, and her indifferent vertical pupils were filled with vigilance: “What are you doing!”
Killing intent erupted!
“—!” Xia Feng’s black eyes contracted sharply. His soul felt an unprecedented pressure, enough to kill him. Instantly, blood overflowed from the corners of his pale lips.
*Plop—* He could no longer hold the Tanghulu. The bamboo skewer with its round, crystal-red fruits fell to the ground, and one of the fruits cracked slightly.
The Empress was momentarily stunned. She recalled memories from her main body that this item could be used to alleviate her own pain—a kind of magical food that her main body liked to eat very much.
So, this believer was actually trying to help her alleviate her pain just now?
Xia Feng was jolted and forced to retreat two steps. The atmosphere became stagnant for two seconds. Both of them lowered their heads to look at the cracked Tanghulu on the ground.
Xia Feng, with a blank expression, silently bent down and slowly picked up the Tanghulu. Seeing that the believer was silently trying to put it away, the Empress’s delicate brows furrowed: “Wait.”
Xia Feng calmly raised his black eyes.
The woman in the imperial dress pursed her lips: “You were actually trying to give this to me just now, not with any other intentions?”
“Otherwise?” Xia Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. To be honest, he missed Miss Evil Dragon a little; this Remnant Spirit was too difficult to communicate with and also struck very hard.
Hearing Xia Feng’s somewhat unpleasant tone, the Empress recalled the worried and anxious expression she had seen on Xia Feng’s face the moment she opened her eyes.
She hadn’t thought much about it then, but now that she thought about it, this believer really cared about her.
She stared at Xia Feng’s bleeding lip, her emotions churning. She frowned and raised her hand.
Xia Feng’s pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took a step back, causing her to miss.
“…” The Empress parted her lips, “You…”
She didn’t know how to explain for a moment, so she could only frown with a cold face and forcefully grasp Xia Feng’s wrist.
Xia Feng immediately felt a warm current surge from his palm into his limbs, like bathing in a celestial mountain’s spiritual spring, nourishing his soul and perfectly repairing the injuries sustained from the Empress’s divine rage.
Even his mental power had slightly increased.
!
At the same time, the Tanghulu in his hand was casually taken by the Empress.
“I heard this snack can alleviate pain?” the Empress asked curiously, “What’s the principle behind it? It doesn’t look like any rare Spirit Material.”
You ask me, who am I supposed to ask? Xia Feng kept silent, too lazy to explain. Besides, he didn’t really know why Miss Evil Dragon felt better after eating Tanghulu.
Perhaps she liked sweet food?
The Empress’s red lips parted, and she gently licked a crystal-red fruit. The sweet sensation instantly seeped from her tongue into her saliva, and her cheeks puffed out adorably. She narrowed her vertical pupils and gently bit down, savoring it.
Compared to the delicacies she had tasted, this flavor was just passable.
As for whether it alleviated the pain…
It seemed like it did, and yet it didn’t?
However, regardless of whether it did or not, she found herself inexplicably wanting to wag her tail. The pale dragon tail under her dark gold imperial dress rustled, its tip swaying back and forth lazily.
It also seemed to have indeed… distracted her, making her less pained.
She raised her vertical pupils to look at Xia Feng again. With the pain slightly alleviated, she felt that even this arrogant believer seemed more pleasing to the eye.
However, the believer still seemed unhappy because of what had just happened, his expression cold.
Xia Feng was indeed in a bad mood and couldn’t be bothered to maintain the pretense of courtesy with this Remnant Spirit.
However, upon seeing her slightly relax her tightly furrowed brows after eating the Tanghulu, and her pain seemingly subsiding, Xia Feng’s worry eased slightly, and his expression softened. He no longer intended to argue with this capricious tyrant.
After all, Miss Evil Dragon should be getting some relief.
The Empress keenly noticed that as she licked a piece of Tanghulu, Xia Feng’s expression softened a little, and he was no longer cold.
It seemed this believer was quite easy to appease. Her mood improved, and while chewing the frosted fruit, she nodded and said softly:
“Given how concerned you are about me, I will forgo the punishment for your act of blaspheming the gods.”
Xia Feng: “?”
Concerned? Xia Feng was stunned, his black eyes narrowing.
Seeing that the believer was still somewhat confused, the Empress explained helplessly, “Xia Feng, I am not a capricious Divine Master who gets angry for no reason. It is true that I was displeased with you before due to circumstances with my main body, but as long as you abide by the rules of a believer, I will naturally respect and treat you kindly.”
“…”
Upon hearing the Empress’s explanation, Xia Feng wiped the last traces of blood from his lips and smiled, his black eyes exceptionally calm:
“Your Majesty, you think too much.”
