I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

After adjusting her position at the groin area, Mu Qingtong turned her head, her pale gold eyes glancing with intrigue at the Golden-skirted Goddess. There was not the slightest hint of shame as she thought, in a faint voice:

"Seems like you're not very angry."

"Angry?"

The tone of the Golden-skirted Goddess gradually became more gentle, and she smiled, "Why would I be angry with a dead person?"

"Is that so," Mu Qingtong lightly nodded her head.

But the breathing of the Mr. Xia in her arms became more and more rapid, his warm breath skimmed over the surface of her skin, causing her to frown and tightly embrace Mr. Xia's black-haired head with her jade-white, lotus-like arm, her fingers sinking into his hair, her beautiful eyes unfocused.

"Be gentle," she patted the back of Mr. Xia's neck, commanding.

In the darkness, the pheromones produced by the Green Breath kept tempting Xia Feng, making him crave for everything about Miss Mu, no longer able to hear any sound.

A fleeting doubt crossed the myriad thoughts, why has Sister Yi gone silent; was the communication cut off?

Gong Changyi stood silently beside the two persons, her eyes cold and indifferent, quietly gazing at Little Feng's face, which was nearly lost to the dark abyss of corruption.

Her mind was simultaneously overrun by flashbacks, where past pleasant memories and the current frenetic scenes all plunged into a black abyss. It was as if boundless, damp, and chilled dark waters were flooding in, spilling over from the sofa and drowning her golden-draped feet, suffocating her nerves.

In a daze, the "gong" divine seal had become blurred beyond recognition, only faintly visible as a trace of golden light flashed in and out.

Perhaps this was also a form of involvement? The idea suddenly popped into her head, and Gong Changyi's heart surged with even greater murderous intent!

Her tone remained ever tranquil and gentle, unhurried, as she took an interested gaze at the graceful figure of the silver-haired woman, her thoughts went, "Mu Qingtong, I see you in the news all the time, always so dignified and elegant in public, but behind closed doors, you act so wild and unrestrained, don't you feel any shame?"

Hearing her words, Mu Qingtong unconsciously tightened her thighs and frowned as she looked up, "Gong Changyi, if you wish to use these words to shame me, I suggest you needn't bother. That will only make you seem even weaker."

"...!!"

Witnessing the silver-haired woman so brazen, shamelessly unabashed, and daring to retort mockingly at that—and leave her speechless in return—Gong Changyi felt the strings of reason in her heart snapping one by one. She really wanted to murder someone.

She sighed, slowly bending down, leaning close to Little Feng's ear, she whispered gently, "My dear brother, does she really please you that much?"

"~~~!!!" In the dark, the sudden whisper caused Xia Feng's pupils to shudder violently, and he suddenly tore off the red eye band—

But in the next instant, he was again embraced by the silver-haired woman, her arms around his neck, forcibly covering his lips.

However, the crescent-like beautiful eyes so close to him seemed not to be looking at him, but beyond, at something or someone behind his head.

"You really know how to play, Little Feng." A teasing chuckle rose next to his ear, the soft tone like early cherry blossom petals moistened by the spring rain, that sticky sweetness with a hint of mockery wrapping around his heart like soft silken threads, and then...

Tightened fiercely!!

Xia Feng's scalp numbed again, his spine sent a shock of electricity arching his back involuntarily, he pushed Miss Mu's wet cheek away with horror, turning his head to look—meeting Sister Yi's smirking, beautiful eyes, the elegant and mature face close at hand.

Sister Yi smiled coquettishly, extending a phantom soft finger, gently hooking his chin.

Despite the lack of physical touch, his cheek involuntarily tilted upwards.

"Really, Little Feng, Sister Yi has never seen you like this before."

"But it doesn't matter, this time, Sister Yi will surely catch you. I won't let you have another chance to escape."

The laughter turned cold suddenly, empty and chilling, "Absolutely!"

Tighten again! The silk threads completely bound his heart! Xia Feng tilted his chin upward, his Adam's apple rolling with a gulp, the pounding of his heart echoing thunderously in his head.

"The stimulating scene made Mu Qingtong completely embrace you, the yin and yang circulated, completing a perfect cultivation, your Spiritual Pressure +1Voc."

"In the presence of the Evil God Palace's Gong Changyi, playing with you fiercely, Mu Qingtong succeeded in getting revenge on Gong Changyi. Her thoughts were coherent, her thinking became sharper, she had insights, and she quickly optimized her Spiritual Particle structure, your Spiritual Pressure received an 80Voc boost."

Xia Feng couldn't care less about Miss Mu on top of him anymore; his head was buzzing. The golden-skirted woman behind him finished speaking, said no more, and her figure slowly dissipated.

He widened his eyes and reached out, but found that his right hand wouldn't obey him—it suddenly swung back!

Slap!!!

Miss Mu on his leg tilted her head, lazy silver strands floating, a wet, red left cheek now sporting a brighter red handprint, her beautiful eyes slightly glazed.

"~" The Golden-skirted Goddess chuckled softly, fading into nothingness.

Xia Feng stared blankly at his right hand, then lifted his eyes to the silver-haired woman slowly turning her head back, that pretty, fair face that had been slapped was indifferent. She carelessly wiped the blood from the corner of her lip, her golden eyes calmly fixed on him.

Xia Feng snapped back to reality, shook his tingling right hand, and said indifferently, "It's the Eternal Day Divine Seal. She controlled my right hand."

"I know, Mr. Xia."

"But to tell you the truth, it felt pretty good." Xia Feng reached out and patted Miss Mu's flushed left cheek, the touch was wet and hot, he smiled, "Actually, I kind of wanted to slap you too."

"Are you angry?" Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes remained cool.

"Bullshit! Regardless, provoking Gong Changyi was never a wise decision." Xia Feng tried several times to contact Gong Changyi, but the Eternal Day Divine Seal gave no response.

He tried to move the Eternal Day Divine Seal out of Miss Mu to take a look, but still got no response.

"This time you've had your revenge, but if Gong Changyi comes again, you..."

Mu Qingtong felt the stinging on her cheek and said indifferently, "If Gong Changyi dares to come again, I'll still do the same."

"?" Xia Feng was taken aback but then suddenly thought of something, contemplative, "Miss Mu, you're not acting crazy because you're jealous, are you?"

"Mr. Xia, I've told you many times, we have a purely physical relationship, mutual needs, it's nothing but normal for me to have possessive desires towards you."

Mu Qingtong delicately pinched his jaw, lightly kissed his thin lips, her voice a mocking whisper, "Let's not tarnish our pure relationship with boring emotions like love, shall we, Mr. Xia."

"..."

"Or perhaps, Mr. Xia, you've fallen hopelessly in love with me, and that's why you're so eager to hear the answer you want?"

Her voice was gentle and detached, her moist, red lips brushing his ear with a warm breath. Xia Feng showed no emotion, pressing his palm against her left cheek, pushing her away slightly.

His black pupils lifted, his thumb pulling up the corner of her crimson lip, Xia Feng stared fiercely at the moist lips parted slightly before him, sneered:

"Miss Mu, one day I'll stuff the Eternal Day Divine Seal into your mouth!"

"!!!"

Feeling Mr. Xia's profane, malicious gaze, Mu Qingtong frowned and instinctively pursed her red lips, a cold fire lighting in the depths of her golden eyes.

"Yo, still daring to glare at me?" Xia Feng sneered, "The boost to strength and agility from the Eternal Day Divine Seal hasn't worn off yet; you really might not be able to handle me now!"

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, about to say something, but Xia Feng was already carrying her into the penthouse's holographic private movie theater.

The holographic projection of Miss Mu's many Spirit Song competitions came on, the grand concert hall scene dazzling with neon lights, the crowd in an uproar.

Xia Feng had long noticed that Miss Mu reacted particularly violently when he took advantage of her in these kinds of scenes.

So he decided to knock out the deserving-to-be-smacked Miss Mu completely here and then figure out a way to take refuge in the Evil Dragon Space.