I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 235. I curse you to never eat four dishes in your life!

"Shh-"

A crimson blade flashed across the vibrating space, and five headless corpses fell flat on their faces.

However, the woman in martial arts uniform wielding the knife also tumbled forward in a disheveled state, two bullets piercing her thigh and abdomen, the powerful spiritual energy contained within instantly destroying everything.

This further aggravated the injury.

"Da da da--"

Cautious footsteps approached from all directions. Freya lifted her heavy eyelids, her consciousness hazy, and the war and enemies swirling in her vision became blurred.

"You're asking for trouble. Grab her, but don't kill her."

"Yes!"

Several figures in combat uniforms surrounded her, brandishing stun guns. Freya slowly lowered her weary eyes. "Finally... I've reached my limit."

Her blood-stained lips moved slightly, but no sound was made, and her body was about to fall forward.

But at this moment, a striking black and white figure suddenly appeared among the countless figures that surrounded and overlapped around them. With each flash and disappearance, several figures fell and vanished.

"Two Tier 3?"

"Wait, this physical strength isn't at the third tier! Who are you?!"

"Damn it! You two, let's talk this out. Whatever you want, I'll—uh—"

The words abruptly stopped. The middle-aged man in the dark red suit tried to cover his bleeding neck, only to find that his arms had already left him and were flying in the air.

He looked back in astonishment, and time seemed to slow down around him.

"Am I dead?" In his confusion, only endless resentment remained in his eyes. "If I had known, I wouldn't have accepted this mission."

He received the mission to capture Freya, and he planned to look for Number 17 while he was at the same time. However, he did not find Number 17, but instead got himself into trouble here.

More importantly, he still had over a hundred million in his account that he hadn't spent. The biggest regret in life is discovering that he still had tens of millions left to squander just before he died.

"Number 14, I gladly accept your life points." Xia Feng squatted down beside the man's head, taking his spiritual weapon as he smiled.

Middle-aged man: "???"

Stealing the magical artifact?

With his pupils dilated, Number 14 wanted to curse. It turned out that there was something even more regrettable than not having spent all his money before dying: having his vast fortune stolen by his mortal enemy at the last moment before he died! And a magical artifact too!

How is this any different from a virtuous and beautiful wife being taken away by an ox?
Number 17! I curse you to never have four dishes at your meals in this lifetime! And in the next life! And the life after that!
In his resentment, the man's pupils turned gray, and his life force completely vanished.

Xia Feng clapped his hands and stood up, quickly sensing information flooding into his mind.

[Serial number: 14]

Current health points: 120

Number 14 gained over a hundred health points directly using the 'Color Extinction' skill card. It has to be said that he has some brains. Xia Feng likes smart people like him.

Currently, he has 35 points in account number 17, and 146 points in account number 3, which he stole from Archbishop Os.
If the three accounts are merged, the total health points will be 301!
They are far ahead of the twenty-odd players who are still alive.

"Shuashuashua——"

Just as Xia Feng was receiving the spoils of war, Mu Qingtong had already finished slaughtering the remaining enemies, leaving no one alive.

Freya's vision blurred, and she could no longer hold on, falling backward. Xia Feng quickly went forward and carefully supported her.

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When Freya woke up again, she found herself lying on a cool, bright silver chaise lounge.

She sensed a man's deep breath approaching from the surroundings and suddenly became alert. She stood up abruptly and slapped the man's chest, but her wrist was grabbed and she was slammed onto the chair.

"Teacher, it's me."

A helpless, deep voice rang out from the man's superior position. Freya looked up, and the familiar face of the young man was reflected in her wine-red pupils.

"Xia Feng?" Freya was somewhat surprised. After not seeing him for several months, Xia Feng's boyishness had long since faded. His handsome face was as sharp and resolute as if carved by a knife, and his dark eyes had become even more piercing, faintly carrying a murderous intent.

Xia Feng quickly released her wrist, helped her sit up, and leaned against the pillow.

She glanced out the window; outside, the azure sea flowed slowly backward. This must be inside a cone-shaped ship.

Yu Guangzhong saw the figure of a woman in a black dress in the driver's seat. He could see the woman's face in the mirror; she was very ordinary, with a common face.

"Who is this?"

“My friend, Ms. Fu, you can call her Miss Q,” Xia Feng introduced casually.

Before Freya woke up, Mu Qingtong changed her clothes and put on a bronze mask, indicating that she did not want others to know that she had left Area 51.

Yes, according to this world-destroying witch, she has another clone in District 51. In everyone's eyes, she has never left King's Landing, nor has she ever escaped with Xia Feng, a wanted criminal.

Instead, she is currently participating in the top ten national competition of the Soul Song Contest, and her fan base is growing at an alarming rate.

To Xia Feng's surprise, the World-Destroying Witch could actually create clones! This was definitely not a spiritual garment ability, so the only remaining possibilities were a spiritual artifact or a destiny stone.

Or perhaps it's Scarlet's ability?

In addition, Mu Qingtong also said that the Mu family had unilaterally dissolved the engagement with him.
Xia Feng never imagined that he would be jilted one day, but unfortunately, he couldn't utter the inspirational saying that fortunes change every thirty years.

After all, his fiancée's true form had run away with him.
Huh? Wait a minute! Is this Mu Qingtong the real body? Xia Feng was startled, but then shook his head. According to the synchronized records of the Demon Heart, this should be the real body, there's no doubt about it.

“Miss Q?” Freya nodded thoughtfully. In her vague memory, it seemed that before she lost consciousness, this woman in the black dress was slaughtering enemies around her, and her swordsmanship was superb.

Mu Qingtong glanced at Freya, nodded slightly, and smiled in acknowledgment.

"Teacher Fu, what are you doing here?"

Xia Feng's questioning voice pulled Freya back to reality. She paused for a moment, then shook her head helplessly: "My sister was captured and taken to Berna Island. I was planning to go to Berna Island to rescue her, but something unexpected happened along the way."

"You were captured and taken to Bernard Island?" Xia Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes, the island is under the jurisdiction of the Xize Walker of the Lidong Legion, and the current island lord should be his confidant, Berna Jielingshi."

Freya gazed intently at the ocean currents outside the window, her voice low and menacing, "According to my investigation, it seems that some kind of human experimentation is being conducted on this island."

Hearing this, Xia Feng frowned deeply. If that were the case, then Teacher Fu's sister would be in danger.

"Where are you headed now?" Freya turned around and asked, puzzled.

"Let's head north and see if there's any chance to get through the northern defense line and into the Gray Realm."

Xia Feng's main goal right now is to improve his strength as quickly as possible. As long as he can improve his strength, he doesn't care where he goes. Mu Qingtong, on the other hand, said she wanted to go to the Gray Realm to take a look.

The gray area has no legal constraints and is a paradise for criminals. Many wanted criminals gather there, and Mu Qingtong probably wants to go there to make a name for herself.

(End of this chapter)