The Madness of Fingertips

After Xia Feng transmigrated, his heart was mysteriously removed.
In its place, a defective demon heart capable of sustaining life only for eighteen years was implanted. 
This is a magical heart that can sync with the power level of its target.
To stay alive, he bound himself to the ultimate villain of the future, a Destructive Witch who was destined to destroy the world.
The stronger the Destructive Witch becomes, the stronger he becomes!
Thus, Xia Feng realized, it's not my fault for stirring up trouble: "Miss Witch, I admit you're strong, but not strong enough!"

I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

The Evil Spirit Liquid that had flowed into the Princess's body, although not absorbed by the Evil Demon Heart, still brought Xia Feng a tiny boost in spiritual power.


It took a long time to increase just by 0.01, and he estimated that an hour of this would probably give him about a 1Soc increase.


The efficiency was slow, but a mosquito's leg is still meat; Xia Feng wasn't picky and continued to excitedly accept Evil Dragon Miss's initiative.


He couldn't control himself and let out a cry of pleasure.


After ten minutes like this, Disi finally stopped her actions.


Xia Feng sat limply in front of the Divine Throne, his bare feet pale under the gossamer star dress, the delicate pink of his toenails faintly visible, lightly lifting as if wanting to hook up his jaw, but then she hesitated and quickly set them down again.


The dragon-tailed woman towered above him, her vertical pupils calm, "Do you feel it, human? This is a pain you cannot endure."


120. I am your most faithful believer!