I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 535 535. Miss Xielong's Abnormality

The star wheel sailed out of the coast and led to the endless sea of ​​time and space.

Xia Feng also quickly set up the formation of [the door to the world] in the luxurious bedroom.

This time Miss Mu did not make trouble, but took off her high heels, folded her black silk long legs and lazily sat on the bay window couch, her beautiful eyes were calm under the half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, and she lowered her head to read.

Outside the window is the magnificent blue sea current, and the fragmented stream of light is like raindrops hitting the glass window, making a rustling sound.

The atmosphere is quiet, and Xia Feng's tense nerves these days are inexplicably relieved, and he is very relaxed.

After watching Miss Mu's cold and focused appearance of reading 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 still, his eyes were in a daze, and his soul was out of his body.

Mu Qingtong still didn't look up, but just frowned and stared at the page in her hand. Every word on this page was strange. She read for nearly half an hour but still couldn't understand the meaning. This was definitely unprecedented.

She closed the book in confusion, looked at the cover, and then found that she had taken the book upside down.

The silver-haired woman silently turned back the "Dragon Language", pushed her glasses with her fine fingers, and then turned the page again, and continued to study with her head down.

Although the Dragon Language is not spiritual paper, it is indeed more difficult to learn than A-level spiritual clothes.

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Xia Feng opened his eyes.

This place is the same as usual.

The world tree, the pale bone dragon, the black gold throne, and the star skirt woman sitting high on the throne.

But below the god level.

The white-haired woman was fixed in the center of the ground by a sword body made of pale thunder. Her lower body was snake-shaped, like a beautiful snake with a harpoon piercing the heart, hanging in the air, looking at the sky. The cold white snake eyes were full of despair and fear.

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

Xia Feng glanced at Bai Suxi's miserable state, and then looked up at the woman on the throne who slowly opened her eyes in confusion.

The pale vertical pupils looked at him indifferently, and the woman did not speak, but just looked down at him quietly.

Xia Feng's scalp tightened, and he felt something was wrong for some reason.

Miss Xielong's eyes did make him physiologically 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 thought too much.

Xia Feng bowed respectfully: "Lord Dragon God, are you okay?"

The woman on the throne still didn't speak, and her pale eyes were indifferent like the beginning of the world, without any emotion.

Xia Feng was used to Miss Xielong's indifference and silence, and guessed that she was sulking again.

He moved lightly and climbed the stairs.

Under the gaze of the woman in the star skirt, he climbed the stairs step by step and soon came to the throne.

The woman in the star skirt sat dignified and raised her half-beautiful and half-enchanting little face slowly. The vertical pupil under the dark golden cross between her eyebrows was majestic and cold.

Xia Feng blinked his black pupils and directly stretched out his hand to lift her delicate chin. He was about to kiss the charming red lips that were slightly opened, ready to pry open Miss Xielong's mouth with actual actions, so that she would not be sulking and not speak.

However, just when he was about to lower his head, his whole body suddenly froze as if time had stopped, and even his eyeballs could not move.

"Are you my believer? You are really bold!" The vertical pupils full of divine majesty were slightly raised, and Xia Feng's head seemed to explode, his heart was horrified, and his soul trembled.

At the same time, there was a rustling sound on the ground, as if a tail was moving.

Xia Feng keenly discovered that the tip of the dragon's tail that fell from the star skirt to the ground was actually ink black.

The ink-black color spread from the tip of the tail to the middle of the tail, but was soon suppressed by the pale dragon scales, and the ink color retreated back to the tip of the tail.

Xia Feng was finally able to move at this time. He took a few steps back after a hoarse sound, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Buzz-buzz-"

The black and white interwoven divine ripples spread out layer by layer with the throne as the center.

The holy golden cross on the brow of the woman on the throne also flickered, flashing at a very fast speed. The majestic vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and the red lips opened slightly, frowning and saying coldly:

"Why bother, you have died in the past, and now I am the Dragon God."

After she finished speaking, her thin eyebrows frowned even tighter, and the light between her eyebrows flickered even faster.

The next moment, the tone became even colder and more majestic, as if he had become a different person: "But the facts prove that the current Emperor Si is not a qualified Dragon God. So in the ninth life, be prepared, I will come back."

"In addition, I warn you for the last time, don't do anything to make peace with believers! Pollute your body!"

She raised her eyes coldly at Xia Feng, and as she spoke, the cross between her eyebrows finally stopped flashing, and the dragon tail also returned to its pale snow color, unstained by dust.

After the mysterious existence left.

The star-skirted woman's thin eyebrows were still slightly frowned, and her vertical pupils flashed with cold anger. 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 in his heart. It was true that accompanying the king was like accompanying a tiger. He felt that he was really going to die just now.

"Lord Dragon God, what happened just now?" He asked in confusion.

Emperor Si raised his eyes, and his vertical pupils looked at the believers steadily: "My eighth life."

"Eighth life?" Xia Feng was stunned.

Emperor Si did not continue to answer, but narrowed her vertical pupils slightly, patted her sacred star skirt that covered her round thighs, and ordered in a cold voice: "Come up."

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Miss Xielong, you are getting more and more confident!

Xia Feng silently took a few steps forward, and under the gaze of the pale vertical pupils, he pressed the shoulders of the woman on the throne and sat on the star skirt.

Feeling the approach of the believer's strong masculine breath, the woman on the throne of God closed her legs, her pupils shrank slightly, and the tip of the pale dragon tail under her skirt quickly circled the believer's calves.

She slowly raised her pupils, gently hugged the believer's waist with her slender hands, and met the black eyes of the man who looked up at her from a short distance.

"Buzz--"

At this moment, Xia Feng found that the cross between Miss Xielong's eyebrows began to flicker again, and the pair of vertical pupils that looked at her showed a cold color of struggle, twisting and shaking.

Xia Feng realized that it was the mysterious existence of the so-called eighth life who came back again.

The slender hand of the eighth life suddenly pressed his shoulder, trying to push him away, the eyes of the vertical pupils became colder, but the red lips opened lightly and ordered: "Believers, bear the pain for me."

"." Looking at the cold and even faintly angry vertical pupils in front of him, Xia Feng felt strange in his heart, but still obeyed the order, directly pulled away the hands of the woman on the throne of God, hooked her delicate chin, lowered his head and accurately blocked her red lips.

"!!!"

The vertical pupil that was close at hand froze for a moment, and then a raging rage rose up again, and the hands pushed and resisted more violently.

Xia Feng's black pupils were slightly cold, and he directly pulled her hands to the back of her head, 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 overflowed from her red lips was cold and sticky, and unclear.

Di Si did not control her right to speak, and let the eighth generation struggle. She just quietly felt the believer's blasphemy and the believer's increasingly hot body.