I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

This suggests that being overpowered by a stronger person isn't all that humiliating for him. Those glowing, joyous light spots vaguely indicate that there might even be some pleasure mixed with his humiliation?

Hmm?

Hmm....

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Xia Feng maintained a blank expression, lost in thought. It must be the physical pleasure that's offsetting the extreme humiliation.

Yes, that's definitely it.

But if all these past experiences don't count as humiliation, then what on earth would?

Xia Feng was plunged into deep contemplation, feeling quite troubled.

If he couldn't break the seal of shame, his soul and consciousness would be forever trapped in this emotional world.

Once his spiritual power was completely exhausted, the Guihua Seal on him would be forcibly wiped out by the power of emotion, and he'd lose all ability to resist or even commit suicide, imprisoned within the Seven Emotions Holy Grail.

If he were taken in front of [Mother], what awaited him was endless suffering.

But now, he couldn't find anything more humiliating than the events of the night before yesterday.

Is this the end....

*

At the top of the tower, before the Star River Waterfall.

"It seems that the four Angels of Burning Heaven aren't going to give up so easily."

An Xingjia lazily gazed into the darkness, "Are you sure you don't need me to intervene?"

Moluo Saint Shepherd shook his head lightly: "No need. Let these cult rats steal whatever they want; in the future, Black Moon will settle accounts with them one by one. An Xizuo, just focus on guarding this place."

As he spoke, he slightly shifted his hood, puzzled, "Why hasn't Mrs. An returned yet?"

"Don't worry." An Xingjia chuckled gently, "Madam's strength is no less than mine."

The Seven Emotions Holy Grail automatically locks onto its target, as long as Xia Feng possesses Mother's authority, he won't escape.

You could say, even a Holy Realm expert like him would find it extremely difficult to escape the emotional domain of the Grail.

Because escaping this domain requires not only corresponding emotional experiences but also Near-God Level spiritual power.

Only then is it possible for the soul and consciousness to return to the body and break free from the trap.

Xia Feng.... this young man is not an ordinary person, but avoiding capture by the Seven Emotions Holy Grail is as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

Impossible to achieve.

"Teacher, is there no other way?" At the same time, in Miao Master's dream space, Cha Naixue looked solemn.

Miao Master shook his head calmly: "This emotional domain is blessed with the authority power of Golden Sparrow's [Mother], the level is too high. If Moluo Saint Shepherd intervenes, it might be possible to break through this domain and rescue Xia Feng."

In Tower Room 601, Xia Feng's physical body had fallen into unconsciousness, slumping into the embrace of a woman in a black dress.

Jiang Qiue furrowed her delicate brows, retracted her fingertip from Xia Feng's forehead, and slowly opened her eyes.

"How is it?" Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes looked up gently.

Jiang Qiue shook her head helplessly: "The emotional reaction is intense, he is still resisting and trying to escape, but.... the effect is negligible."

Mu Qingtong narrowed her cold, beautiful eyes, not panicking but pursing her lips and lowering her head, pressing her forehead against Mr. Xia's to transmit spiritual power to him.

The transmission of spiritual power is at a ratio of 10000:1, approximately a 9999% loss, so direct transmission is extremely wasteful, even for Mu Qingtong, she must consider it carefully.

But dealing with this kind of emotional ability inevitably requires a large supply of spiritual power, and Mr. Xia probably needs it very much now.

Seeing the actions of the woman in the black dress, Jiang Qiue hurriedly stepped forward,

embracing the woman's slim waist from behind Xia Feng, her red lips close to Xia Feng's earlobe, gently exhaling fragrant breath, also beginning to transmit spiritual power. Her spiritual power is actually very high, it only seems less compared to Mu Qingtong.

The woman in the black dress glanced at her with golden eyes, saying nothing, simply kissing Mr. Xia's thin lips to speed up the transmission of spiritual power.

Jiang Qiue pursed her lips. Although Mu Qingtong didn't stop her, she could clearly sense the fleeting coldness in Mu Qingtong's eyes when she looked up, which even made her inexplicably anxious!

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, tightened her grip on the waist of the woman in the black dress, and her breath quickened on Xia Feng's ear.

But she quickly suppressed the strange emotions and focused on transmitting spiritual power to Xia Feng.

She lowered her long lashes, hiding the pathological glow slowly emerging in her ethereal eyes.

*

Though Xia Feng's consciousness was in the special world of the emotional domain, he could still sense the sounds and touches coming from the outside world.

The soft, sticky breath on his lips, and the urgent warmth clinging to the back of his ear.

The breath behind his ear was clearly from Jiang Qiue, but Xia Feng had a faint feeling that there was something wet at the root of his ear, like a kitten stealthily sticking out its tongue....

"!" Green Fox, what are you doing! Xia Feng was exasperated. Did this Burned Fox think he wouldn't notice, so now it revealed its true colors!

Fortunately, two streams of spiritual power were continuously being transferred over.

Giving him a lifeline by replenishing his nearly depleted spiritual power.

Xia Feng's previously weak and dispirited consciousness was invigorated, sensing the touch of Miss Mu upon his thin lips, and a flash of inspiration struck!

Yes, there was nothing more humiliating in his memory than the night before last.

But just because it wasn't in his memory doesn't mean it isn't happening now.

He could create it on the spot!

As for how to create it....

It's actually quite simple; it's just a matter of saying one sentence.

But what he's not sure about is, if he were to say this sentence in the Oil Painting World, would Miss Mu hear it in the real world?

If she could hear it....

Then....what's the difference between that and death?

Upon contemplating this possibility, Xia Feng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp; he'd rather be eternally trapped in this place.

Moreover, if he spoke here, it was very likely that his physical body in reality would also speak synchronously, which is equivalent to —

Confessing directly to Miss Mu??

This would be even more terrifying than when he eavesdropped on Miss Mu confessing to someone with a skull.

Once he spoke, his life would be completely over. He could already imagine Miss Mu stepping on his face with her high heels, looking down with disdain.

No way! Absolutely not!

Then it seems....

Being trapped here isn't so bad, after all?

Negative emotions rose once more, filled his mind, and Xia Feng's black eyes became lifeless.

Yet he suddenly jolted, shaking his head.

No —

He was keenly aware that his lips were being sealed by Miss Mu, which meant that even if he confessed here, his physical body in reality would move too, but ultimately, he would be forcibly silenced by Miss Mu's actions.

Therefore!

The conclusion is, Miss Mu wouldn't hear it!

He could confess!

Yes, that's it! The logic is sound! Xia Feng realized, his gaze quickly resolute, no longer hesitating, taking a deep breath!

"...."

Another deep breath!

"....."

Another deep breath....

Xia Feng, expressionless, scratched his head wildly, ah, would Miss Mu hear it or not!!

He felt like he was going crazy!

The Oil Painting World remained deathly silent throughout, as if mocking his indecision, cowardice, timidity, and mouse-like nature....

"Miss Mu, I like you!" Someone murmured as if sneaking a remark in the lifeless air.

The voice was small but struck with conviction, like a stone thrown into a lake, emotions rippling, spreading far and wide in the silent Oil Painting World...