Old Dragon King? Why does this na sound familiar? Xia Feng’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly rembered.
The first ti he was resurrected from the Evil River and went with the Burned Fox to Beiqiu Abyss, he encountered a terrifying Dragon King.
The Burned Fox called him the Old Dragon King.
So it was Saint Qing Boer, Xia Feng was shocked inside.
But this is not the ti to think about these things.
Myriad Phenona was suppressed and decrypted by the Creation Attribute Spiritual Clothes of the Old Dragon King, what should be done about this?
"Da da da—" The sound of orderly footsteps rang out.
A large number of military personnel were approaching the military vessel.
If the Great Sin discovers his presence, everything will be ruined.
Huang Zhaoyue was expressionless, she couldn’t care about anything else, pulling Xia Feng’s arm, "Follow !"
The two arrived at Huang Zhaoyue’s resting room on the military vessel, and the footsteps of those military personnel were very quick, soon taking over the entire ship.
A few high-ranking officials were confused, looking for the trace of the Imperial Concubine, and soon followed to the outside of the resting room.
Xia Feng was simultaneously pulled into a narrow changing room by Huang Zhaoyue.
Another changing room, he rembered escaping capture and hiding here with Miss Mu in a similar situation...
The woman’s hot breath was on his neck, Xia Feng felt numb all over, the resistance of his bloodline made his brows tighten, a thought filled with doubt, "What are you doing? Do you think hiding here they won’t find ?"
"Da—da—" Just then, unhurried footsteps sounded, Xia Feng activated the Eye of Decompilation to look outside the hallway.
Six n and won dressed in military black coats and wearing hats with the Sin Tree Badge insignia stood on each side, bowing respectfully.
Among them, the officer with the highest rank walked slowly to the door, the pocket watch in his palm clicked and lit up with a faint golden light, and a humanoid shadow ford at the door.
The humanoid shadow was a young man with half a horn on his head, his face was handso, but his complexion was deathly pale, with a smile on his lips and a folding fan gently spinning in his hand.
"Zhaoyue, where is my sister Zhaoyue~"
But as soon as he appeared, the elegant deanor dissipated with the excited child-like shout.
"Sir, the Imperial Concubine should be inside the room." The officer bowed respectfully, answering.
"Inside?" The young man with the folding fan looked at the main door, his expression growing more excited, he reached out to push the door.
But he found there was a restriction on the door, he tilted his head coldly, "Authority? Open it!"
The officer hurriedly stepped forward, whispering, "Sir, the Imperial Concubine might be resting or changing, barging in may not be appropriate."
"Hmm?" Huang Shikai paused, turned back, his sinister emotions completely unmasked, "What did you say?"
A bizarre pressure field silently pressed down on the officer’s surroundings, his knees made a clicking sound. Though his rank was higher than Huang Shikai’s, he couldn’t move at this mont, he bowed expressionlessly, saying no more.
The young man with the folding fan still stared coldly at him, "Entering my wife’s resting room, what’s the problem?"
The officer nodded, calmly responding, "If the sir can withstand the Imperial Concubine’s fierce wrath, then there’s no problem."
Huang Shikai squinted his eyes. If it was before, he wouldn’t dare to be so daring because any slight offense to Huang Zhaoyue, and she truly dared to kill him.
Although he couldn’t be killed, he had been tortured and burnt to death by the Power of the Abyss, the hell-like pain that was despairing, he experienced once and never dared to feel again, not even once more.
It was the first ti he saw Huang Zhaoyue, her stunning beauty made him fall in love instantly, and he couldn’t help but excite and joke a few words, then was sent to hell with Abyssal Field by this easily enraged woman, the despairing feeling is still unforgettable.
But, hehe~ now it’s different!
His father no longer lets this wretched woman do as she pleases, his proud and imperious wife can no longer refuse him like she used to!
"Open the door." He ordered again.
The officer nodded respectfully, saying nothing more this ti, stepping forward.
In the changing room, Xia Feng was pressed against the door by Huang Zhaoyue’s enchanting figure, montarily dumbfounded, the cold and alluring face in front of him slightly lifted, revealing the smooth snowy neck, fox-gray vertical pupils arrogantly commanded, "No ti to explain, bite ."
"....."
Xia Feng furrowed his brows, but seeing she truly seed to have a plan, he said nothing more, and lowered his head quickly to bite her neck.
He clearly sensed, that smooth skin instantly ford a circle of shivering pattern, below those two crescent-like sexy collarbones arched.
"....." Huang Zhaoyue’s fox-gray vertical pupils slightly lowered, behind the ears the sudden blush was mixed with increasingly terrifying blue veins and dragon scales appearing faintly.
She was expressionless, with a cold gaze, without any emotions revealed, not even disgust, calmly thinking:
"Myriad Phenona is a Creation Attribute Spiritual Clothes of Veslorda, though Veslorda and Saint Qing Boer are both Dragon King Level, on the sa level, the rank is still not as high as the Old Dragon King, abilities are restrained by the Old Dragon King. Because of this, to make Myriad Phenona work again, the only Magic Technique is to elevate the rank of this Spiritual Clothes."
A torrent of inherited information surged into Xia Feng’s mind,
"This is the improvent and optimization version of Myriad Phenona from this king, now it’s imprinted into my bloodline, it can not only transform my own form but also others’ form."
[Dragon Clan · Myriad Phenona (Optimized Version)]
[Transform into myriad forms and change all appearances]
[Creation Attribute: Dragon of Myriad Phenona · Veslorda]
[Secondary Creation Attribute: Huang Zhaoyue]
[Function 1: You can consu Spiritual Particle, transform into any object you have touched, including life forms and non-life forms. Below S-Class Detection Spiritual Artifact/Clothes, cannot detect your true form.]
[Function 2 (Optimized): You can consu Spiritual Particle, transform any existence that possesses your Dragon Spirit Blood into any object you have touched, including life forms and non-life forms... Transformation speed depends on the amount of your Dragon Spirit Blood in the target’s body.]
Good stuff, this ability is nice, the Abyss Dragon Spirit Blood flowed into his abdon from his lips and soon rged with his soul.
Xia Feng attempted to absorb this Dragon Spirit Blood to obtain the inheritance of this improved version of Myriad Phenona.
But unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t sense any insight.
He furrowed his brows, instinctively starting to suck harder, trying to absorb more Dragon Spirit Blood to see if he could obtain the inheritance.
"!" Huang Zhaoyue’s fine brows locked tightly, suppressing a groan in her throat, her cold and alluring face tensed, but still stepped back half a pace, Xia Feng followed and stepped forward half a pace.
She realized what Xia Feng wanted, thinking coldly, "Give up, unless you abandon the Pale Bloodline, instead worship this king, beco this king’s saint. Otherwise, no matter what, you cannot obtain the inheritance from this bloodline."
"Of course, if you are willing to betray the Pale and beco this king’s saint, this king will... treat you well. How about it, want to change your bloodline?"
Xia Feng: "....."
Wishful thinking! Xia Feng stopped sucking.
"Bang——!" Just then, the door of the resting room was kicked open, the young man with the folding fan walked in slowly.
In the dim changing room, Huang Zhaoyue’s fox-gray vertical pupils turned cold, holding the black-haired man in her arms, the swan-like slender neck slightly raised, calmly commanded, "Don’t stop."
The speed of transforming back into a black cat depended on how much Dragon Spirit Blood Xia Feng had in his body.
At this speed now, wanting to transform Xia Feng into a black cat before Huang Shikai opened the door was still sowhat difficult.
"Da—" Huang Shikai folded his fan, as if sensing sothing, abruptly turned his head, looking in confusion towards the direction of the curtain of the changing room.
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