Evil Dragon Miss's palms were soft, yet her strength was immense, preventing Xia Feng from making any progress, which made him look up in confusion.
"Blood, I can give you. There's no need for you to lick..." Disi spoke with a hint of helplessness in her dignified and indifferent vertical pupils.
"..."
Right, that seems true, Xia Feng came back to his senses but then shook his head, his gaze devout and fervent, "Dragon God, it's not licking, but biting. I wish to suck the Dragon Spirit Blood from your neck! This way, I can also absorb the suffering of the Evil Power within you, even more efficiently than before!"
"...That is not permissible," the woman on the Divine Throne said, pressing her lips together in negation.
"Why?"
