I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng stared at the woman in front of him, leisurely smiling, changing the subject,

"Miss Mu, I've never seen your Holy Release ability before. You can actually directly borrow others' spiritual power to create phantoms. It looks quite impressive, what's this ability called?"

"It seems Mr. Xia is still being stubborn?"

"Stubborn?" Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, "Stubborn about what?"

Mu Qingtong calmly said, "Naturally about your feelings of admiration for me."

"Ha~ Admiration?" Xia Feng seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, his lips curled up, marveling, "I'm really curious, Miss Mu, how did you see that I admire you?"

"Could it be simply because your surname is Mu?" Xia Feng chuckled.

Seeing Xia Feng still being obstinate, with an unbeatable smirk.

Mu Qingtong was not angry at all, rather she was interested in watching Mr. Xia's clownish behavior.

Because she knew, soon enough, Mr. Xia would be the one crying!

"Mr. Xia, since you are so keen to know where I saw it from, then—"

Mu Qingtong serenely said, "Let me show you."

With that, she raised her hand, a complex light pattern of Spiritual Particles spread from her palm, suddenly opening into a holographic image.

Encircling the three people on the sofa.

Xia Feng blinked, looking at the changes around him, pretending to be surprised, "Is this... a memory-type Spiritual Clothes? When did you learn this?"

Mu Qingtong smiled silently, lifting Xia Feng's chin, turning his face toward the scene beside them, "Take a good look at your embarrassed self, Mr. Xia~"

In front of them, thunder roared in the heavens and the earth, cracked space expanded into one unstable black hole after another.

And amidst this chaos,

A man and a woman stood opposite each other, surrounded by crisscrossing, tangible lines of light, like a transparent sixteen-sided dice, sealing them within.

This was the memory screen from before attending the Lantern Festival.

Just after having dealt with Ba Ji, they encountered Ye Li Dong's personal guard, Gun King, disguised as a Peach-faced Man.

Within the Light Touch Barrier, a transparent light cone shot straight through the heart of the silver-haired woman like a dazzling bullet dragging radiant streams, forcing her forward two steps, collapsing onto Xia Feng.

The silver-haired woman's face turned pale, Xia Feng's dilated dark pupils contracted into stars, although he was not injured, his face was equally pale, even paler than the silver-haired woman's.

"Anxiety, fear, panic, helplessness."

Mu Qingtong's double sitting on the sofa leaned toward Xia Feng's ear, her red lips slightly parted, her slender hand gently patted his chest, "And the tightness and intense spasm at the heart, Mr. Xia, this was your real reaction when you thought I was about to die."

Xia Feng's dark eyes narrowed slightly, he had to admit, he hadn't paid much attention to his own state at the time. In such emergencies, facial control and bodily reactions were completely out of control, and even thoughts were chaotic.

"But does this prove anything?"

Xia Feng glanced at the silver-haired woman with a faint smile, her eyes holding an undercurrent of joy, playing along with her performance.

"Miss Mu, you've helped me a lot on this journey. As a conscientious, honest person, to be anxious and helpless about your life, is there a problem with that?"

Seeing Xia Feng still unwilling to admit, Mu Qingtong slightly raised an eyebrow, said nothing, just watched the memory projection.

Swish, swish, swish—

Following that, Xia Feng hugged the silver-haired woman, racing madly through the dense forest, his unbelievable speed far exceeding the limits of his current level, reaching the core laboratory of the Bronze Building in less than two minutes.

When he learned from the maid Fei that Mu Qingtong was bound to die and could not be saved, Xia Feng's face turned completely bloodless like a corpse.

Even his eyes began to redden faintly, endless remorse in his panic-stricken expression, "Impossible...."

Unconscious murmuring.

"....."

To be honest, although he was mentally prepared, seeing this scene, Xia Feng still felt an inexplicable sense of shame and disbelief....

Was he really so wretched then? Was his emotional reaction so intense!

"Regret, guilt, unwillingness, refusal to believe." Next to his ear, the silver-haired woman's cold voice, slightly mocking, rang again, her icy fingers playing along his face,

"Mr. Xia, is your emotional reaction so great just because I helped you a lot? Hmm?"

Hooking Mr. Xia's Adam's apple, Mu Qingtong looked down, she liked Mr. Xia's current look of looking up to her, the tightness in his throat and face.

It finally gave her a slight feeling of controlling her kind.

This kind of ability to irritate always improved each month, always dancing on her thunder line, provoking crazily!

And over the past year and a half, she found that getting Mr. Xia to submit through normal means was indeed quite difficult, so she decided to take another route, planning to conquer Mr. Xia emotionally.

Luck, timing, character, deceit, emotions, all these are part of a life form's power. If she could achieve victory with emotions as the breaking point, Mr. Xia would willingly bow his head and offer his submission to her.

And today, she could finally crush this kind under her!

"Pfft~ just with these?" Xia Feng reluctantly smiled, "I thought you had some ultimate move, Miss Mu. My expressions and behavior can entirely be interpreted as friendship, kinship. Why do you insist on interpreting it as love?"

"Friendship?"

In front of the sofa, the silver-haired woman's black dress lifted, her long legged high heel stepping directly between Xia Feng's, her intrigued gaze full of mockery, "Would you think about pinning a friend down all the time and hitting them hard? Thinking about making friends submit to your dirty desires?"

"....." Xia Feng looked up, tightening his abdomen, saying nothing, wondering why she had to step on him while talking!

"As for kinship." The silver-haired woman's beautiful eyes glanced down, the double behind Xia Feng patted his head, whispered warmly into his ear, "That's not impossible either, Mr. Xia, do you consider me as a mother?"

"?" Xia Feng smiled, "I consider you my daughter, little Tong, could you let go of your father for a moment."

Before he finished speaking, his heart tightened, causing him to stop talking,

The silver-haired woman withdrew her pressuring long leg, her black dress and Black Crystal High Heels returning to the ground.

"It really is frustrating, Mr. Xia, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."

Mu Qingtong's usually calm golden eyes rippled like the surface of a lake, serene icy flows igniting a thin line of cold fire. To make Mr. Xia completely admit defeat and willingly let out pleasing whimpers under her, indeed wasn't easy.

Originally, she thought this remorseful, anxious scene would barely suffice, but now it seems, still not enough.

But it didn't matter, she actually had another way.

An 'Absolute Kill' for Mr. Xia, to make this undisciplined and infuriating peer see his own reality thoroughly!