The woman in the imperial skirt stood behind Xia Feng, her pupils narrow as the White Abyss, overlooking the back of Xia Feng's head.
On the Divine Throne, the woman in the starry skirt raised her eyes with a similar gaze.
As their eyes met, the Xia Feng held in the starry skirt woman's arms began to tremble all over, instinctively hugging the woman's waist tightly.
Beneath the skirt hem, two Pale Dragon Tails playfully and loosely slid left and right on the ground, among them the Dragon Tail hanging from the Divine Throne increased its sliding speed, its tip buzzing and shaking.
Xia Feng could also feel the stern gaze of the Dragon God behind him, like blazing flames, scorching his back, and identical to the pair of vertical pupils before him.
In the next moment, the woman in the imperial skirt seemed to step forward again.
Xia Feng trembled more violently, what are you doing, what are you doing?!
Don't mess around! One Evil Dragon Miss is already enough, can't handle two!
