I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 567 - 567: 535. Evil Dragon Miss's Abnormality

The Star Wheel sailed away from the coast, heading toward the Endless Time and Space Sea.

Xia Feng quickly set up the Array for "The Door to the World" within the luxurious bedroom.

This time, Miss Mu didn't cause any trouble, simply kicking off her high heels and leisurely leaning against the bay window daybed with her black silk-clad legs crossed, her beautiful eyes calm beneath half-framed gold wire glasses as she read a book, head bowed.

Outside the window, the magnificent azure sea currents shimmered. Tiny specks of light drifted like rain against the glass, making a soft rustling sound.

The atmosphere was tranquil, and Xia Feng's usually taut nerves unexpectedly relaxed, feeling at ease.

After watching Miss Mu's cool and focused appearance as she quietly read for a while, Xia Feng smiled, turned, and stepped into the Space Gate.

In the bedroom, there was a flash of light, and Xia Feng stood in his original spot, his gaze lifeless, soul out of body.

Mu Qingtong still didn't look up, but frowned at the page in her hand. Every character on this page was oddly shaped, and she had been unable to understand its meaning for nearly half an hour, which was definitely unprecedented.

Confused, she closed the book and glanced at the cover, only then realizing she had been holding it upside down...

The silver-haired woman silently turned "Dragon Language" right side up, pushed her glasses up with her delicate fingers, and reopened the book to continue studying, head lowered.

Although Dragon Language wasn't Spirit Paper, it was indeed harder to learn than A-rank Spiritual Clothes...

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Xia Feng opened his eyes.

Here was everything as usual.

The World Tree, the Pale Bone Dragon, the black and gold Divine Throne, and the star-skirted woman sitting high above on the Divine Throne.

But beneath the Divine Rank.

The white-haired woman was pinned to the center of the ground by a pale lightning-crafted sword body, her lower half serpentine, like a beautiful snake impaled through the heart by a harpoon, suspended midair, her cold white snake pupils filled with despair and fear as they looked up at the tree canopy sky.

However, the look in her eyes was actually stagnant at this moment, as if all the emotions before her death were frozen at this instant, unable to move, sealed from all perception of the outside world, forever trapped in silence and darkness.

Xia Feng glanced at Bai Suxi's tragic state, then with confusion, raised his eyes to look at the woman atop the Divine Throne who was slowly opening her eyes.

Her pale vertical pupils looked down indifferently, the woman not speaking, just quietly surveying him.

Xia Feng's scalp tightened, and he inexplicably felt that something was amiss.

Evil Dragon Miss's gaze usually did make him instinctively afraid, but this time it was different.

Yet where it differed, he couldn't quite put his finger on. The feeling dissipated in an instant.

Probably, I'm overthinking it.

Xia Feng bowed respectfully, "Dragon God, are you alright?"

The woman on the Divine Throne remained silent, her pale divine eyes indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Xia Feng had grown accustomed to Evil Dragon Miss's aloof silence, figuring she was likely brooding again.

He took light steps, ascending the steps.

Under the star-skirted woman's gaze, he climbed step by step, quickly reaching the front of the Divine Throne.

The star-skirted woman sat with dignity, her half-enchanting, half-demonic face slowly lifting, her vertical pupils beneath the dark gold cross on her brow displaying cold authority.

Xia Feng blinked his dark pupils and reached out to gently lift her delicate chin, about to kiss those softly opening enchanting red lips, ready to pry open Evil Dragon Miss's mouth with action instead of letting her sulk in silence.

But just as he was about to lower his head, his entire body suddenly froze as if time had stopped, even his eyeballs unable to move.

"Are you claiming to be my Believer, how brazen and reckless!", the divine vertical pupils lightly raised, Xia Feng's head felt like it would explode, a chill of horror in his heart, his soul quivering.

At the same time, the ground rustled as if a tail were moving.

Xia Feng, with his sharp senses, noticed that the tip of the dragon tail hanging from the star skirt and touching the ground was actually pitch black.

The smear of black spread from the tip to the middle of the tail, but it was quickly suppressed back by the pale dragon scales, with the dark color receding to the tip of the tail.

At this moment, Xia Feng finally managed to move. He cleared his throat, took a few steps back abruptly, and looked confused.

"Hum—Hum—"

Black and white waves of divinity rippled out from the Divine Throne in layers.

The Divine Throne woman's brow, adorned with a Holy Gold cross, flickered rapidly, shining and dimming; her majestic vertical pupils narrowed slightly, she parted her red lips, and with a furrowed brow, spoke in a cold voice,

"Why bother? You already died in the past, now I am the Dragon God."

As she spoke, her delicate brows furrowed even tighter, the light on her forehead flickering even more rapidly.

The next moment, her tone became colder and more authoritative, as if she had become someone else, "However, facts have proven that the current Disi is not a qualified Dragon God. So prepare yourself for the Ninth Life, I will return."

"Besides, I warn you for the last time, stop fraternizing with believers! Do not defile the Divine Body!"

With a cold glance at Xia Feng, she continued, the cross on her brow finally stopped flickering, and the dragon tail once again returned to its untainted pale snow color.

After the mysterious presence left.

The Star Skirt woman's eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, her vertical pupils flashed with cold irritation—that creature, an existence that should have been long gone, still warning me?

Seeing that Disi was finally back to normal, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling helpless. Indeed, serving a ruler was like living with a tiger; he had really felt as though he was going to die just moments ago.

"Dragon God, what happened just now?" he asked, puzzled.

Disi looked up, her vertical pupils staring steadily at the believer, "My Eighth Life."

"Eighth Life?" Xia Feng was taken aback.

Disi did not continue to answer, but narrowed her vertical pupils slightly and gently patted her holy star skirt covering her full thighs, commanding coldly, "Come up."

"....."

Evil Dragon Miss, you are becoming more and more self-righteous!

Xia Feng silently took a few steps forward; under the gaze of those pale vertical pupils, he placed his hands on the Divine Throne woman's shoulders and straddled the star skirt.

Feeling the believer's robust masculine presence closing in, the Divine Throne woman crossed her legs, her vertical pupils contracting almost imperceptibly, and the pale dragon tail coiled around her thigh quickly wrapped around the believer's leg.

She slowly lifted her vertical pupils, her delicate hand gently embracing the waist of the believer, meeting the gaze of the man's dark pupils who was looking up at her from a close distance.

"Hum—"

It was at this moment, Xia Feng noticed the cross on Evil Dragon Miss's brow starting to flicker again, and those commanding vertical pupils revealed a struggling coldness, twisting and trembling.

Xia Feng realized that the so-called Eighth Life's mysterious presence had returned.

The hands of the Eighth Life suddenly pressed against his shoulders, trying to push him away, the vertical pupils grew colder, but her red lips parted and commanded, "Believer, endure the pain for me."

"....." Staring at the cold vertical pupils in front of him that even seemed to burn with divine anger, Xia Feng felt a strange sensation. However, he still obeyed the command, directly tearing away the Divine Throne woman's resisting hands, lifted her delicate chin, and precisely sealed her lips with his own.

"!!!"

The close vertical pupils froze for an instant before a tremendous rage ignited, and her hands pushed back with even more ferocity.

Xia Feng's dark pupils turned cool as he pulled her hands above her head to the backrest of the chair, leaving her only the option to futilely twist her waist in resistance.

"Ninth Life—!" The resentful and angry voice spilled from her lips, cold and sticky, muffled and unclear.

Disi did not attempt to control her right to speak, allowing the Eighth Life to struggle; she simply quietly experienced the violation of the believer, feeling the increasing heat of the believer's body.

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