Chapter 535 535. Miss Evil Dragon’s Abnormality
The star wheel sails out of the coast, leading to the endless sea of time and space.
Xia Feng also quickly arranged the [Gateway to the World] formation in the luxurious bedroom.
This time Miss Mu did not cause trouble, she just took off her high heels, folded her long legs in black stockings and sat lazily on the bay window couch, her beautiful eyes were quiet under half-rimmed gold glasses, and she lowered her head to read a book.
Outside the window is the magnificent blue sea current, and the fine streams of light are like raindrops floating on the glass window, making a soft rustling sound.
The atmosphere was quiet, and Xia Feng's nerves that had been tense these days were inexplicably soothed, and he felt very relaxed.
After looking at Miss Mu's calm and focused look as she read quietly for a while, Xia Feng smiled, turned around and stepped into the space door.
There was a flash of light in the bedroom, and Xia Feng stood on the spot, his eyes were dull and his soul was out of his body.
Mu Qingtong still didn't raise her head, just frowning and staring at the page in her hand. Every word on this page was strangely shaped. She read it for nearly half an hour and still couldn't understand the meaning. This was definitely unprecedented.
She closed the book in confusion and glanced at the cover, only to realize that she had held the book upside down
The silver-haired woman silently rewound "Dragon Language", pushed up her glasses with her thin fingers, opened the pages again, and continued to read with her head down.
Although the dragon language is not a spiritual paper, it is indeed more difficult to learn than the A-level spiritual clothing.
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Xia Feng opened his eyes.
It’s the same as usual here.
The world tree, the pale bone dragon, the black gold throne, and the star-skirted woman sitting high on the throne.
But it is below the divine level.
The white-haired woman was fixed in the center of the earth by a sword made of pale thunder. Her lower body was in the shape of a snake, like a beautiful snake with a harpoon pierced through the heart. She was hanging in mid-air, looking at the sky and treetops. His cold white snake eyes were full of despair and fear.
However, the gaze in her pupils was actually stagnant at this moment, as if all the emotions she had before her death were frozen at this moment, unable to move, and all perceptions of the outside world were sealed, forever trapped in silence and darkness.
Xia Feng glanced at Bai Suxi's miserable state, then looked up in confusion at the woman who slowly opened her eyes on the throne.
Her pale, vertical pupils looked indifferently. The woman didn't speak, but just looked down at him quietly.
Xia Feng’s scalp tightened, feeling something was not right for some reason.
Miss Evil Dragon’s eyes did make him physiologically and subconsciously afraid in the past, but this time it was different.
But he couldn't tell what was different, and this feeling disappeared in an instant.
Maybe I’m overthinking it.
Xia Feng respectfully held his hands in his hands: "Lord Dragon God, are you okay?"
The woman on the throne remained silent, her pale eyes as indifferent as the world had just opened, without any emotion.
Xia Feng was used to Miss Evil Dragon's indifference and silence, so she was probably sulking again.
He walked up the steps lightly.
Under the gaze of the star-skirted woman, he climbed the steps step by step, and soon came to the throne of God.
The woman in the star skirt sat tall and dignified, her small face that was half charming and half coquettish slowly raised, her vertical pupils under the dark golden cross between her eyebrows were majestic and cold.
Xia Feng blinked with black eyes, stretched out his hand to lift her delicate chin, and was about to kiss the charming red lips that were lightly opened. He was ready to use practical actions to pry open Miss Evil Dragon's mouth. Don't be sulky. say.
But just when he was about to lower his head, his whole body suddenly froze as if suspended in time, and even his eyes could not move.
"Are you my believer? You are so bold!" Those vertical pupils full of divine majesty were raised slightly. Xia Feng's head seemed to explode, his heart was horrified and his soul was trembling.
At the same time, there was a rustle on the ground, as if a tail was moving.
Xia Feng keenly discovered that the tip of the dragon's tail hanging out of the star skirt and falling to the ground was actually jet black. The ink black spread from the tip of the tail to the middle of the tail, but was quickly suppressed by the pale dragon scales, and the ink retracted back to the tip of the tail.
Xia Feng was finally able to move at this time. After a roar, he took a few steps back with a confused expression.
“Buzz—Buzz—”
The black and white divine ripples spread out layer by layer with the divine throne as the center.
The holy gold cross between the eyebrows of the divine woman also flashed on and off, flashing at a very fast speed. Her majestic vertical pupils narrowed slightly, her red lips opened slightly, and she frowned and said coldly:
"Why bother, you are already dead. In the past, I am the Dragon God now."
After saying this, her thin eyebrows frowned more tightly, and the light between her eyebrows flickered faster.
The next moment, his tone became colder and more majestic, as if he was a different person: "But it turns out that the current Emperor Si is not a qualified Dragon God. So in the ninth life, be prepared, I will still be there Come back."
"In addition, I warn you for the last time, don't do anything to make peace with believers!"
She glanced at Xia Feng coldly, and as she spoke, the cross between her eyebrows finally stopped flashing, and the dragon's tail returned to the color of pale snow, unstained by dust.
After the mysterious existence left.
The woman in the star skirt still frowned slightly, her vertical pupils flashed coldly and annoyed, this guy, an existence that should have died long ago, still warned me?
Seeing that Emperor Si finally returned to normal, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief and felt helpless. As expected, accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. He felt like he was really going to die just now.
"Lord Dragon God, what happened just now?" He asked doubtfully.
Emperor Si raised her eyes and looked at the believer with her vertical pupils: "My eighth life."
"The eighth life?" Xia Feng was stunned.
Di Si did not continue to answer, but narrowed her eyes slightly, patted the sacred star skirt that covered her round thighs, and ordered in a cold voice: "Come up."
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Miss Evil Dragon, you are really becoming more and more confident!
Xia Feng silently took a few steps forward. Under the gaze of those pale vertical pupils, he pressed the shoulders of the woman on the throne and sat astride the star skirt.
Feeling the strong masculine aura of the believer approaching, the woman on the throne held her legs together, her vertical pupils slightly undetectable, and the pale dragon tail that circled the thigh under her skirt quickly circled the believer's calf.
She slowly raised her vertical pupils, gently hugged the believer's waist with her thin hands, and met the dark-eyed gaze of the man who was looking up very close to him.
"Buzz——"
It was also at this moment that Xia Feng noticed that the cross between Miss Evil Dragon's eyebrows began to flash again, and the sullen vertical pupils showed a cold expression of struggle, twisted and trembled.
Xia Feng realized that the mysterious existence of the so-called eighth life was back.
The thin hands of the eighth generation suddenly pressed his shoulders, trying to push him away. His vertical eyes became colder and colder, but his red lips lightly opened and commanded: "Believers, bear the pain for me."
"." Looking at the cold and even vaguely blazing vertical pupils in front of him, Xia Feng felt strange, but he still obeyed the order and directly pulled away the hands of the woman on the throne that refused, raised her delicate chin, and lowered her head accurately. Block red lips.
“!!!”
The vertical pupils that were close at hand froze for a moment, and then he became furious again, and his hands pushed back even more violently.
Xia Feng's black eyes were slightly cold, and he directly pulled her hands above her head to back the chair, so that she could only twist her waist left and right to resist, but it was all in vain.
"Ninth Generation——!" The angry voice that escaped from the red lips was cold, waxy and unclear.
Di Si did not control her speaking authority and allowed the eighth life to struggle. She just quietly felt the believer's blasphemy and the believer's increasingly hot body.
(End of this chapter)