I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 519 519. "Dragon Language"

Xia Feng had long been prepared for Jiang Qiu'e to have a trump card.

But he didn't expect it to be so perverted.

Sure enough, this green-haired fox is not only insidious, but also dark and perverted!

Xia Feng frowned and snatched the wood carving.

The wood carving is a cylinder that is only about five centimeters high, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, glowing with green light, and the word "Xia Feng" is engraved in the center.

It's very weird.

Xia Feng directly threw this thing into the Nashi space to see if it can isolate its ability.

"It's useless." Jiang Qiu'e said lightly, "Unless you destroy the green seal with the word Jiang on your neck, I can control your desire for motherhood at any time."

"There are only three women on the scene, whose one do you want?"

The woman in the green skirt raised her exquisite face and asked him calmly. Xia Feng narrowed his black pupils, took a deep breath, and said coldly:

"You can try it."

Seeing that he was not threatened, Jiang Qiu'e pursed her lips and said coldly: "Okay, I just don't know how your relationship with Cha Naxue is."

Cha Naxue? Xia Feng was stunned, and before he could say anything, the three words "Cha Naxue" suddenly appeared next to the two words "Xia Feng" on the wood carving.

"!!" Xia Feng's breath was quickened, and his throat was throbbing. The tip of his nose faintly smelled the sweet smell of some kind of milk tea, and he looked up in a daze.

Just in time to see the peaks of Cha Naxue that were about to emerge, the ice plums carved on the fabric of the snow skirt were supported by Gao Long, like winter flowers blooming.

He frowned, forced himself to look away, and raised his head, just in time to meet Cha Naxue's beautiful eyes that were slightly narrowed and hinted at mockery.

Xia Feng's eyes turned cold.

Cha Naxue quickly turned away and restrained her disrespectful eyes.

Xia Feng cursed in his heart, can this maternal branch still specify the object of desire! Really dog!

Seeing the two people's eyes intertwined, Jiang Qiu'e understood that she had made the right bet, and Xia Feng and Cha Naxue's relationship was not good.

She couldn't specify the Q-faced man, after all, the Q-faced man and Xia Feng were lovers, and there was a high probability that he would not reject Xia Feng's desire for motherhood.

Naturally, she couldn't specify herself either, as that would be no different from actively asking for insults.

So the only candidate on the scene was Cha Naxue.

Of course, this method actually couldn't help her current dangerous situation.

But as long as it could torture this hateful guy, it would be enough!

Next, Xia Feng, this bastard, would slowly be unable to bear the desire, and sooner or later sink into Cha Naxue's maternal embrace.

If the Q-faced man kills Cha Naxue directly, that would be the best. Even if he doesn't kill her, it won't be a loss to her.

"Da-da-"

The nun on the sofa finally put down her crossed legs, stood up and walked slowly towards this side, passing Xia Feng, and picked up the green wood carving in Xia Feng's hand.

Her fingertips gently stroked the two lines of words engraved on the wood carving: [Xia Feng] [Cha Naxue]

Hidden under the holy white hood, she opened her red lips and said in a light voice: "Nine-tailed, you still have one last chance to beg for mercy and surrender."

After being directly exposed, Jiang Qiu'e's eyes were cold and she changed her name: "Since you know that I am Nine-tailed, you should understand that if I commit suicide to revive, you can't stop me."

"Really? If you are not afraid of the collapse of the Fallen Seal, you can try it."

"." Jiang Qiu'e frowned and fell silent.

She didn't expect this woman to know her situation so well.

Indeed, if she breaks another fox tail to revive, the Fallen Seal will have a nearly 20% chance of collapse.

Although the probability does not seem to be very high, she will not take risks as long as it is not suppressed below 0.1%.

According to her plan, as long as she can absorb enough dragon blood, she can cut off the tail without worrying about the deterioration of the degenerate seal.

But she did not expect an accident in the middle. The amount of dragon blood she absorbed was just enough to suppress the deterioration of the seal caused by the last tail cutting, and Xia Feng betrayed her!

"Are you sure you don't want to lift it?" The nun brought the wood carving in front of her, looking down at her and asking in a low voice.

Jiang Qiu'e looked calm and raised her eyes to the woman.

Seeing this, the nun nodded, bent down and placed the wood carving upright on the cold tile. The two vertical characters [Xia Feng] and [Cha Naxue] were engraved on the left and right sides of the column, faintly glowing with green light.

After the nun patted Cha Naxue's lowered head, she whispered: "Let her sit on it."

With that, the nun slowly walked back to the sofa.

The slender right leg wrapped in white lace was folded over the left leg, and the hem of her solemn dark dress fell down. She picked up "Dragon Language" and sat back.

Xia Feng and the other two were stunned.

Cha Naxue was the first to react. She glanced at the woman in solemn nun's clothes on the sofa. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath. Without hesitation, she came directly behind Jiang Qiu'e and reached out to lift the hem of her plain green skirt.

"You——!" Jiang Qiu'e's cold and fairy-like expression was not tense, and her voice trembled, "Cha Naxue, you are crazy!"

"If I don't do this, I will be punished." A helpless and gentle voice sounded in Jiang Qiu'e's ears, "So, you have to bear it."

"Cha Naxue! ——" Seeing her so noisy, Cha Naxue directly rubbed the purple panties into her mouth.

"Hmm--"

"Don't worry, I won't get the wrong location."

"?!!"

".!" Seeing this scene, Xia Feng's eyelids twitched, and his neck was a little stiff as he slowly turned his head to look at the nun on the sofa.

He suddenly realized that Miss Mu seemed to have never spoken to him since they met, and she didn't even look at him straight in the eye.

This was not quite consistent with the reunion scene Xia Feng had expected.

I expected that even if Miss Mu didn't burst into tears, she should have bit her lip and quickly embraced him. At the very least, she should have curiously asked him where he had been in the past few months and when he would be resurrected.

Unfortunately, none of these happened.

After meeting, this woman and Jiang Qiu'e had a few conversations, but she didn't talk to him.

Xia Feng stood there and stared at the nun on the sofa quietly.

The nun didn't look up to pay attention to his gaze, but just lowered her head to turn the pages of the book, as if she was immersed in the world of "Dragon Language".

Xia Feng blinked and still stared at her.

But the nun just changed her long legs, and the round thighs under the black side hem were wrapped in white lace. She pinched the edge of the paper with her slender fingers and turned another page.

Snow was falling outside the French window, and the old-fashioned oil lamp next to the sofa was swaying with dim candlelight.

The whole living room was unusually quiet, with only the occasional sound of pages turning and the rustling of clothes.

In addition, there was the angry muffled sound of a clear female voice behind him.

Xia Feng narrowed his black pupils slightly, and the sweet and greasy aroma of milk tea seemed to linger on his nose, arousing his inner desire.

He resisted the strange feeling of wanting to lick something and stood there for a while. The nun on the sofa didn't speak, and he didn't speak either.

A few seconds later, Cha Naxue's hesitant voice came from behind: "Xiao Feng, can you help me? It's hard for me to operate alone, and I can't even aim it right."

He frowned and turned around, and a ridiculous scene appeared in his black eyes.