I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 235: I am guilty.

She withdrew her gaze, her pale vertical pupils composed:

"Very well, my believers, come forward, I will utterly eradicate your desire for infection."

The star-skirted lady sat with dignity, her slender hand lightly lifted and beckoned to him.

Xia Feng obeyed and stepped closer, approaching the Divine Throne. He slightly bent his body but was held by the shoulder by Disi, whose vertical pupils faintly lifted, "You absorb too slowly, today I will still transfuse blood for you."

"Ah? Again?" Xia Feng was somewhat surprised; he did not really like this method. The Dragon God's way of transfusion was too violent, instilling a fear as if one might die at any moment.

"Hmm?" The lady on the Divine Throne pursed her lips, "You seem unwilling?"

"Not at all," Xia Feng shook his head.

Lying... Disi's vertical pupils froze for a moment, this was the first time she heard this believer's lie, mingled with fear.

Her tail tied under her skirt ceased swaying, and a complex and undecipherable emotion flickered in the depths of her pupils.

Xia Feng, with his keen senses, noticed a sliver of icy displeasure in the pale vertical pupils of Evil Dragon Miss, a nameless sense of horror suddenly crawling up the back of his head.

He suddenly felt a strange sense of unease.

But before he could think further, the star-skirted lady had already risen from her Divine Throne.

Evil Dragon Miss was actually about 1.8 meters tall, and as she stood up, her beautifully scaled snow-white dragon tail swept the ground. She stepped barefooted toward Xia Feng, coldly looking down at him with her pale vertical pupils.

Xia Feng's heart tensed, and he inexplicably grew nervous. He hadn't noticed before, but today, for some reason, Evil Dragon Miss seemed particularly terrifying.

Could it be because of her height?

Evil Dragon Miss had always been sitting down, so her height wasn't apparent, but now that she stood, she was slightly taller than Xia Feng, indeed more likely to impose a greater psychological pressure on him.

"Hmm?" The Dragon God's gaze was cold.

Xia Feng knew this wasn't the time for further thought, nor was it a moment to voice concerns. He carefully reached out his hand to embrace the Dragon God's slender waist, hugging her from behind and tilting his head to completely expose his neck to her lips below, to facilitate her bite.

Looking at the neck so close, Disi's tongue unconsciously extended to lick the corner of her lips. Without hesitation, she fiercely bit down.

Xia Feng: "!"

The immense Divine Dragon Blood surged in, pouring straight into the depths of his soul. Xia Feng was startled by the sudden bite, nearly crying out. He quickly reached out to press on the Dragon God's shoulder and stepped back.

But the next moment, two fair lotus-like arms wrapped around his spine, pulling him back into the embrace with great force.

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"Don't move!" Disi's telepathic voice resounded in Xia Feng's heart, commanding coldly.

"...."

Though Evil Dragon Miss seemed indifferent and rarely showed emotion, usually, she was actually very easy to talk to. However, for some reason, today she had become very assertive.

Xia Feng did not dare to resist, and could only offer advice, his voice slightly hoarse: "Dragon God, could you please go slower, I can't handle such a fast pace...."

Disi buried her neck in his, slightly slowing her pace, but her slender hand caressed his trembling back and shoulder bones as a cold, ethereal voice arose, "My Believer, are you afraid of me?"

Hearing this, Xia Feng immediately understood where the problem lay.

"Dragon God, you should know that even though I crave you mentally, fear of the intrinsic grandeur of the Dragon Clan is something beyond my control, especially when you actively infuse Dragon Blood and the overwhelming Dragon Pressure envelops my spirit..."

Stopping mid-sentence, Xia Feng softened his tone, "My physical instinct makes me resist you, even detest you, but please believe me, Dragon God, my heart truly yearns for you!"

The Believer's thin lips against her ear, those heartfelt and solemn words, caused Disi to pause in bewilderment, so that's how it is...

She involuntarily ceased the infusion of Dragon Blood, and her moist, blood-stained red lips slightly lifted, warm breath on his Adam's apple. Xia Feng shivered in response, just about to say something when Evil Dragon Miss bit down on his neck again.

"Dragon God..."

The Believer's dry, hoarse voice rose in Disi's ear, sending shivers through her nerves, like soft tendrils wrapping around her heart before suddenly tightening.

This Believer, he really does please me... Unconsciously, Disi's pale vertical pupils narrowed into a dangerous slit, her hand embracing Xia Feng's back even tighter.

Xia Feng felt something amiss; no, what's happening? Why was the grip getting even stronger?

"Dragon God, are you still angry?" Xia Feng thought he had grasped Evil Dragon Miss's thoughts; she was a deity who greatly valued her Believers and did not wish them to fear or dread her.

Thus, Xia Feng believed his answer should be sufficient to appease Evil Dragon Miss and clear any misunderstandings.

"Dragon God, how about this, don't you like candied hawthorns? I'll go and snatch all the candied hawthorns for you!" Xia Feng smiled confidently, "Just a mere Witch, up against me, she wouldn't dare to make a move!"

What the Believer said was actually no longer important, Disi wasn't listening at all, but his brazen, husky chuckle right by her ear was like a spark to a fuse, making Disi choke up, her heart inexplicably beating faster.

She stopped the infusion of Dragon Blood again.

Seeing this, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, you've stopped, Dragon God."

With silver-gray soft hair cascading over her divine starry gown, Disi slowly lifted her head, her pale, majestic vertical pupils following suit, her gaze drifting from the Believer's jaw to his lightly parted thin lips.

Listening to Xia Feng's soft murmurs, she could no longer suppress the forbidden fire at the bottom of her heart; her heart pounded, her fiery gaze was also jumping.

"Dragon God?" Xia Feng sensed something was amiss.

The snow-white dragon tail, hanging from the starry gown and lying casually on the ground, exuded sacredness in the snow-white tail muscles with pale golden meridian lines twinkling in and out of visibility, resembling some divine scripture or spell tracing its way up from the tailbone to the tip, where it converged into a radiant point.

Fluttering—

Suddenly, it began to climb, the slender limb over one meter long, quietly winding around Xia Feng's right ankle, enveloping it.

Xia Feng shuddered, not even having time to react, the soft yet forceful dragon tail wound swiftly up his calf towards his thigh, encircling tighter and tighter until, with a final contraction, it clamped down fiercely!

"Dragon God, what are you doing?!" Xia Feng's heart skipped nervously as he looked up only to meet those pale vertical pupils head-on.

The vertical pupils gazed coldly down upon him, exuding supreme majesty.

Xia Feng's expression faltered; just as he opened his mouth to say more, the stunningly beautiful face approached, its expression of absolute indifference slowly lowered, and those moist red lips drew near as well.

"I am guilty..."