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.
