I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"Evil River?"

Xia Feng quickly steadied his mind, shook his head without changing his expression, "Cha Naixue and the others might be coming back soon, let's talk about it later."

Later? Mu Qingtong couldn't help but frown. She could see that Mr. Xia was making excuses to subtly refuse her request.

That was quite normal.

After all, memory is everyone's greatest privacy, and it's understandable that Mr. Xia wouldn't want his memory to be browsed at will.

But the abnormality lies in Mr. Xia's attitude!

When she suggested further exploring his memories, someone with Mr. Xia's cheeky personality should have openly refused and mocked her, or arrogantly proposed some trade conditions.

But Mr. Xia did none of that, instead, he politely found an excuse to reject her somewhat intrusive request.

Something's not right.

Of course, the most important point was that she vaguely detected a trace of undisguised fear... and panic in Mr. Xia's fleeting expression.

"What are you afraid of?" The silver-haired woman pondered.

"....." Come on, can you really perceive that?! Xia Feng felt a tingle on his scalp and lightly chuckled with a hint of sarcasm, "Afraid of what? Miss Mu, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Mu Qingtong smiled lightly as she looked at Xia Feng, raised her hand, 'snap', as the crisp sound of a finger snapping spread, the paused laboratory image in the right front began to change.

"Mr. Xia, let me see what exactly you are afraid of." The silver-haired woman spoke breezily.

"Don't—" Relying on her powerful spiritual power, Mu Qingtong forcibly controlled the Sea of Memory. Xia Feng had barely uttered half a word when his voice was stuck in his throat, his black pupils shrinking slightly.

As the light and shadow changed, beside the laboratory image, a new holographic image appeared of a capsule ship, with a man and a woman embracing in the darkness inside.

The woman wore a sacred and resplendent star skirt, a lengthy tail covered in coarse white scales sagged out from the skirt's hem, the tail's tip coiling around the man's ankles, calves, and thighs.

The woman was pressing down on the man, her high nasal bridge and authoritative vertical pupils forming a perfectly demonic upper face profile,

Mu Qingtong easily recognized the person's identity, Dragon God Empress Disi, Mr. Xia's ridiculous Divine Lord.

And the person being suppressed beneath Disi, wrists locked above his head, was none other than— Mr. Xia!

"Mr. Xia, I like you."

The voice of another confession rang out, it was the laboratory scene starting to replay.

At the same time, under Disi's dark gold cross order sword flashing at her brow, those authoritative vertical pupils directly contracted into slender silver needles, the needle tips sharply emitting a cold light.

She pressed her lips down coldly and resolutely, blocking back all the words that Xia Feng had just opened his thin lips to say.

"!!!!!!!!!!"

The scene of Mr. Xia being forcibly kissed by Evil Dragon Miss shot into view like a nuclear blast, Mu Qingtong's previously breezy expression instantly stiffened, her golden pupils dilating, her brow tightly knit.

"Mr. Xia...."

"I like you...."

In the laboratory, she was still murmuring softly.

The heart that had been hanging on the sofa's edge for Xia Feng also died completely, his eye corners involuntarily twitching, his face expressionless as he looked at the silver-haired woman on his lap.

The silver-haired woman's expression didn't change much, but for some reason, Xia Feng felt that this perfectly serene little face was inexplicably exuding a sinister dreadfulness.

"Miss Mu...." He tentatively spoke.

The silver-haired woman glanced down at him, her golden pupils dim, then slowly raised her eyes again, continuing to fixate on the memory images.

She saw with her own eyes that the attack of Evil Dragon Empress Disi became increasingly fierce, Mr. Xia initially tried to struggle free by raising his hand, but it was futile, so he began to accept, even cater to Disi.

Truly filthy and incompetent, Mr. Xia.

"My believer, what did the Witch say?"

Evil Dragon finally stopped teasing, lifting her head and speaking in a calm voice, those vertical pupils sketched in white crystal dragon scales remained as steady as an ancient well, divine and pure without a trace of corrupt desire.

Two-faced.

"The Witch said, she likes me." Xia Feng smiled.

"Then do you like the Witch?"

"Me?"

Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, "Dragon God, if I said I like the Witch, would you be angry?"

"....What do you think?"

"I like the Witch." Xia Feng raised his chin and spoke loudly.

"!!!" The authoritative vertical pupils of Evil Dragon paused lightly.

Mu Qingtong, who was watching with cold eyes, couldn't help but raise a fine eyebrow. Although she wasn't sure why these two shameless fellows referred to her as 'Witch', now wasn't the time to think about that.

Instead....

Mr. Xia admitted it, he— likes me? Mu Qingtong lowered her gaze, looking back down at Xia Feng beneath her.

"What are you looking at? I already said it's the same kind of love." Xia Feng outwardly sneered but felt his heart jump secretly, quickly explaining.

In fact, Xia Feng himself had forgotten that he'd ever uttered such words of semi-confession; thinking back, he reckoned it was likely said to tease Evil Dragon Miss.

Never did he expect it to almost become a mistake leading to his downfall.

Luckily, the indefinitely intended 'I like you' phrase had already lost its original potency under the effect of 'Tong Emotion'.

Once the shock passed, Xia Feng's mindset stabilized, fearless.

But—

When he saw the memory image rewind and Miss Mu watched that memory repeatedly with dim, complicated eyes again.

His heart chilled once more.

He couldn't shake the feeling that the surrounding temperature was declining steadily, that the sofa seemed to be subtly frosting over, icing up.

"Mr. Xia, I like you..."

Amidst each low murmur, the displeasing scene of him being forcefully kissed by Evil Dragon Miss replayed continuously.

Mu Qingtong watched quietly, unmoved.

This made Xia Feng wonder uneasily, mustering the courage to feign calmness, "Miss Mu, don't tell me you have some special hobby...."

"Shut up." The woman spat out lightly.

"....." Xia Feng knew when it was feasible to provoke and when it wasn't.

Now.... clearly it's best not to stroke the whiskers of this tigress, otherwise, who knew the consequences.

"I must say, Mr. Xia, you really have made me feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation."

The shame scorched his heart, rationality had long since collapsed amid this emotional turmoil, sinking into a dark abyss of the soul. Yet the silver-haired witch's coldly beautiful eyes were unusually calm, like a valley at dusk, void of birdsong.

She truly had never thought this much— to humiliate, ravish, whip, torture, or trample a person!!

Feeling the increasingly odd focus of those golden eyes above, Xia Feng's hair stood on end, his heart surging with twelve wary instincts.

"So Mr. Xia, can I tear that foul mouth of yours?"

"That's not, not good." Xia Feng smiled stiffly.

"Then can you let out your tail?"

"Tail?" Xia Feng was puzzled.

"I see that Evil Dragon seems to always want to do tailplay with you." Mu Qingtong casually and serenely spoke.

Having observed many times before, she confirmed the movement of Disi's dragon tail, consistently inching up Xia Feng's thigh before being pressed back down by Mr. Xia's hand.

Mr. Xia simply wouldn't agree.