I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"No," Mu Qingtong replied swiftly, her red lips issuing two concise words.

"Really? Have you not stood before my portrait or relics and secretly confessed, saying that you liked me?" Xia Feng stroked his chin, speculating.

"....." Mu Qingtong's response was cold and still swift: "No."

"Eh?" Xia Feng sounded lightly surprised, as if deep in thought, "The speed at which you said those two words was 0.521 seconds slower than before."

"Miss Mu, you're not lying, are you?" His dark pupils were smiling as he watched the woman.

"Boring." Mu Qingtong's voice was flat in assessment.

Xia Feng arched an eyebrow, wanting to say something more, but she directly interrupted, frowning as she asked, "Mr. Xia, you haven't answered my question. When were you resurrected? Or did you never die? Have you been imprisoned by Jiang Qiue these past few months?"

She fired off a barrage of questions. Xia Feng blinked but didn't immediately debunk her, merely smiled, and began to explain the events of the past half year.

He held nothing back, from the Evil River to the Evil Spirit Clan Land and the Charming Spirit Calamity Realm, to the Evil Demon Sea, he even briefly mentioned encountering He Jianzhu and the Ri Nuom affair.

Of course, the evil deeds he had committed to He Jianzhu, he didn't say half a word about.

"Immortality, huh?" Mu Qingtong was somewhat surprised. This power was indeed very strong and could place Mr. Xia in an invincible position.

Thinking this, the corners of her lips curled almost imperceptibly, then quickly smoothed out. This was good, there was no need to worry about this fellow kind disappearing from the world anymore.

However, from Mr. Xia's description, even possession of immortality wasn't entirely fortunate.

There still existed some forces in the world capable of restraining such power.

Otherwise, the entity referred to as 'Evil Demon' by Mr. Xia wouldn't have died.

"Regarding He Jianzhu, do you mean to say that she has appeared again, in my likeness, and helped you without asking for anything in return?"

"Mm." Xia Feng nodded. "According to Miss Jianzhu, she looked exactly like you when she was young."

"So, Miss Mu, I'm quite curious, what exactly is your relationship with He Jianzhu?"

"I've said it before, she is my mother," Mu Qingtong responded flatly.

I don't believe you, Xia Feng thought skeptically. Even if they were mother and daughter, it wasn't possible for them to look 100% identical, was it?

According to his speculation, if these two were indeed mother and daughter, then the circumstances of Mu Qingtong's birth must have been quite unusual for them to have the same appearance.

"What happened after you returned from the Evil Realm to the Present Realm? How did you fall into Jiang Qiue's hands?" Mu Qingtong continued to inquire.

Xia Feng explained the workings of the immortality, and Mu Qingtong instantly understood. So, the infant body of Xia Feng that she had tracked through the Green Bone Tracking Technique was Jiang Qiue's doing.

During her contemplation, she examined the black-haired boy standing before her from top to bottom.

He appeared to be about two years older than he was during the period at Liu Mansion, with a face that was still unformed, youthful and adorable.

Noticing her curiously scrutinizing gaze, Xia Feng unconsciously took a half-step back, explaining calmly, "I'm currently aging about 1-2 years every day. In a few days, I should be back to normal."

"Mm," Mu Qingtong nodded lightly.

As she responded, the atmosphere in the room fell into silence once again.

Xia Feng's dark pupils narrowed slightly: "Miss Mu, do you have nothing else to say?"

"What else should I say?" Mu Qingtong asked, puzzled.

"..."

Seeing her so composed, her pale golden eyes showing no ripples, Xia Feng was helpless; this woman was truly impermeable to persuasion. It looked like it was up to him to take the offensive!

His expression grew serious, he took a few steps forward, pressed his hands on the armrest and leaned forward slightly, bringing his face close to her strikingly beautiful one:

"Miss Mu, I want to hear the truth, were you very sad after I died?"

Seeing his earnestness, Mu Qingtong thought for a moment, then nodded softly, "Yes."

"Hmm?" Xia Feng was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected her to actually admit it.

"Mr. Xia, it seems you really want me to give you this answer, don't you? What, do you think I've fallen in love with you?"

Mu Qingtong languidly propped her cheek, her delicate index finger reaching out to lift the charming face in front of her slightly, whispering, "As my fellow kind, fiancé, and a means for physical relief, your death indeed caused me some distress, but that's all there was to it."

As she spoke, the corners of her lips curved up, her tone full of interest, "If you think your death would defeat me, make me submit to you, and lead me to say 'I like you,' then I'm sorry, Mr. Xia."

Her tender index finger trailed down Xia Feng's face, brushed over his thin lips, her fingertip gently pressing against his lips as she chuckled lazily,

"You, have failed."

Watching the silver-haired woman's confident demeanor, those overlooking golden eyes like those of a queen high above, always maintaining a majestic and indifferent imperial aura, one couldn't help but feel the urge to submit.

Unfortunately, Xia Feng was not buying her act.

Because Xia Feng knew he was already in an unbeatable position, he recalled the scene in the laboratory where Miss Mu whispered 'I like you' over and over to his skull.

Now look at her, Miss Mu lazily propping her cheek, her golden eyes looking down at him indifferently, as if the words spoken in the laboratory were not her own.

Hah~ A smirk formed on Xia Feng's lips.

But he didn't immediately reveal the truth to expose the lies of the Destructive Witch.

Because without evidence, Mu Qingtong would at most feel awkward and embarrassed inside, but she would likely still deny everything outright, continuing as if nothing had happened.

That was not what Xia Feng wanted.

What he wanted was to deliver a fatal blow to the dishonest Miss Witch, leaving her with no counterargument!

Therefore, he needed a method that could reproduce the memory images.

Such as the Nightmare Calamity that had once helped Xia Feng remember his childhood.

Of course, just to present a snippet of memory, seeking out the Nightmare Calamity would be rather inconvenient.

But surely there must be some Spiritual Clothes or Spiritual Artifacts in this world that could extract memory images.

For instance, the Elemental Church seemed to have memory-related Spiritual Clothes.

So—

The day I extract the memory images will be the moment you, Mu Qingtong, submit! Xia Feng thought triumphantly, a smile on his face, he swatted away the woman's finger from his lips,

"Say I have failed if you wish."

"However, Miss Mu, I hope you remember the words you said today~"

The confession memory was Xia Feng's trump card, and today Miss Mu's defiant attitude added yet another weight to that card!

When the time comes, Xia Feng planned to play both scenes together—

He'd throw the 'unspoken love' scene right in Mu Qingtong's face and see how she would react!

Mu Qingtong's fine brows slightly furrowed, listening to Xia Feng's strange declaration and seeing the uncanny smile tugging at his lips, she felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

But this uneasiness was fleeting.

Feigning mystery!

She inwardly sneered, her beautiful eyes calm as she met the boy's smiling black pupils, and with a light smile, she said softly,

"Of course, Mr. Xia, I will remember everything I've said."