Or perhaps take out the trump card directly—the B-level Spiritual Clothes·Sea of Memory.
If the Empress intends to humiliate him, then he might as well go all out and release the multi-angle panoramic video of her 'Desecrating Dragon God'!
Face social death together!
But just as Xia Feng was torn between choosing suicide and going all out, he realized that after the Empress finished speaking, she didn't proceed with any further actions.
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only to see the woman on the Emperor's Throne furrowing her fine eyebrows, clutching her forehead with one hand, while her other hand gripped the armrest tightly. Under the slim-fitting, waist-hugging Dark Gold Emperor's Robe, her body trembled slightly.
At the same time, the Law Chains binding Xia Feng suddenly shattered.
Xia Feng landed on the ground, taking out a set of clothes from Nash Space to put on while observing the woman on the Emperor's Throne, his eyes hesitant, "What's wrong with you?"
Circles of Divine waves spread out from the Emperor's Throne, and the Empress's condition was clearly unstable.
Those pale vertical pupils glanced at Xia Feng lightly, though her face was pale, her tone remained calm, "After re-establishing a connection with the main body, the pain endured by the main body must also be borne by me."
Something ? Xia Feng was slightly shocked inside.
Yet before he could ask more, the spreading Divine waves suddenly dissipated, and the woman sitting upright on the Emperor's Throne swayed, then directly slumped backward, fainting down.
The space returned to silence.
"Um.... Your Majesty, are you alright?" he cautiously called out.
Xia Feng pondered for a moment, then silently waited another ten seconds.
Seeing that she still showed no sign of waking, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped up, flying straight into the high clouds.
Soon he arrived in front of the awe-inspiring pale dragon head, landing his feet atop it.
The woman in the emperor's robe lay back, her legs placed in front of the Emperor's Throne, under the border of the dark gold skirt inscribed with the Dragon Pattern, a pale Dragon Tail hung powerlessly along her leg's bend, drooping next to Xia Feng's feet.
Xia Feng's gaze moved upward, the dark gold Dragon Pattern on the skirt riding the clouds, sailing over the flat snowfield, and climbing the towering peaks.
His gaze lastly settled on the tense, pale little face of the woman on the Emperor's Throne, her expression indeed looked very painful.
Seeing this scene, Xia Feng's expression also tightened because he suddenly realized.
Given that the Empress and Evil Dragon Miss bear the same pain,
wouldn't the Empress being unable to withstand the pain mean Evil Dragon Miss is experiencing the same situation?
Has the pain intensified?
Xia Feng was worried, frowning in thought, speaking of which, if the pain is the same, then does alleviating the Empress's pain here also lessen Evil Dragon Miss's pain?
Wouldn't be so unbearable?
Thinking of this, Xia Feng quickly took out a string of candied haws from Nash Space, stepped forward to bend down.
Gradually approaching the Empress's breathtaking little face.
However, at this moment, those tightly closed divine eyes abruptly opened, the cold vertical pupils filled with vigilance: "What are you doing!"
Killing intent was revealed!
"——!!" Xia Feng's black eyes contracted sharply, his soul felt an unprecedented oppressive weight, enough to kill him, and his face turned pale with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Plop——" He could no longer hold the candied haws, the bamboo skewer of crystal red fruit fell to the ground, one of which faintly cracked.
The Empress couldn't help but be stunned, she remembered from the main body's memory, that this item is some kind of magical food that could alleviate her pain, and the main body liked to eat it...
So this believer just now bent down, intending to help alleviate her pain?
Xia Feng, shaken, was forced to take two steps back, the atmosphere stagnated for two seconds, both of them looked down at the cracked candied haws on the ground.
Expressionlessly, Xia Feng leaned down to slowly pick up the candied haws.
Seeing that the believer didn't say a word and was about to take the item back, the Empress's fine brows knitted tightly: "Wait."
Xia Feng's black eyes calmly lifted.
The woman in the emperor's robe pursed her lips: "Earlier.... you actually intended to give this to me, having no other intentions?"
"What else?" Xia Feng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, speaking honestly, he missed the Evil Dragon Miss a little, this Residual Spirit was really hard to communicate with, and hit very hard.
Listening to Xia Feng's somewhat disgruntled tone, the Empress recalled his worried and anxious expression the moment she opened her eyes earlier.
She didn't think much then, but reflecting now, it seemed this believer truly cared for her....
She fixed her gaze on the bleeding corner of Xia Feng's mouth, feelings churning, furrowing her brows as she raised her hand.
Xia Feng's pupils slightly contracted, instinctively stepping back, making her grab air directly.
"....." The Empress opened her mouth, "You...."
She didn't know how to explain for a moment, furrowing her brows and pulling a cold face, forcibly grabbing Xia Feng's wrist.
Xia Feng immediately felt a warm flow pouring from his palm into his limbs, as if bathing in the Immortal Mountain Spirit Spring, nourishing his soul, perfectly repairing the injuries caused earlier by the Empress's divine anger.
Even his spiritual power seemed to have a slight increase.
Meanwhile, the candied haws in his hand were taken by the Empress.
"I heard this snack can alleviate pain?" The Empress asked in confusion, "What's the principle? It doesn't seem to be any rare spiritual material."
You ask me, who am I supposed to ask? Xia Feng kept his mouth shut, too lazy to explain, moreover, he really didn't know why Evil Dragon Miss felt less pain after eating candied haws.
Maybe she likes sweets?
The Empress's red lips lightly parted, gently sucking a crystal red fruit, the sweet sensation seeped from the tip of her tongue into her throat, her cheeks cutely puffed up, vertical pupils lightly squinted and gently bit and tasted.
Compared to various delicacies she had tasted, this flavor.... was just alright.
As for whether it alleviated her pain....
It seemed like it did, and it didn't?
But regardless of whether it did, she found herself inexplicably wanting to wag her tail, the pale Dragon Tail under the Dark Gold Emperor's Robe rustled, its tip swaying left and right occasionally.
It indeed seemed to.... distract her attention, making it less painful.
Her vertical pupils lifted to look at Xia Feng again, with the pain slightly relieved, even this arrogant believer looked a bit more pleasing to the eye.
But the believer seemed still upset over the earlier incident, his face was indifferent.
Xia Feng indeed wasn't in a good mood, he didn't bother pretending to be polite with this Residual Spirit any longer.
However, seeing the other eating the candied haws, her furrowed brows slightly relaxed, the pain seeming to dissipate, Xia Feng's worry slightly eased, his face softened, and he no longer intended to argue with this erratic tyrant.
After all, Evil Dragon Miss should be alleviated as well.
The Empress sharply noticed that after she sucked a piece of candied haws, Xia Feng's face slightly softened, no longer cold.
In this way, this believer is actually quite easy.... to appease. Her mood improved, biting the candied fruit meat amid sugar frosting, she nodded with a light voice:
"Considering your concern for me, the punishment for your blasphemous act will be exempted."
Concern? Xia Feng was stunned, his black eyes narrowed slightly.
Seeing the believer still puzzled, the Empress helplessly explained: "Xia Feng, I am not a capricious, unreasonable Divine Lord. Previously, indeed, due to the main body, I was dissatisfied with you, but as long as you abide by the Believer's Code, I will naturally respect and treat you well."
Hearing the Empress's explanation, Xia Feng wiped away the last trace of blood from his lips, smiled, his black eyes unusually calm:
"Your Majesty, you're overthinking."