I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 246. Don't
Crater.

The officer, clad in a jet-black military cannon, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on the golden-haired Pegasus atop the lava.

"My lord, you who travel the world."

A dark figure materialized and bowed, "The Berna Festival Envoy's laboratory has been attacked. A high-level Evil Spirit Orb has been stolen by a mysterious man."

"Ok?"

Pang Xize turned around, his small eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them. "What did you say?!"

The shadowy figure quickly bent even lower, gritting his teeth and enduring his fear as he recounted the entire ordeal in detail.

hum! !

The invisible gravitational field around them suddenly increased dramatically, the air seemed to take on a tangible form, and faint white streaks appeared, causing a large area of ​​the ground to collapse.

The magma at the center of the crater was thus boiling and surging even more violently, seemingly about to erupt at any moment, causing a cataclysmic natural disaster.

puff-

Unable to withstand the sudden change in gravity, the gray figure knelt down with a thud, his head bowed, his teeth clenched, and his whole body trembling.

However, this state did not last long, and it returned to normal after only two seconds.

"Where is Bernard?" The cold, indifferent voice of the Zephyr echoed from afar.

"In order to fight against the three intruders, the Seasonal Envoy opened the passage gate to the White Heron Forbidden Zone."

The sallow figure lowered his head and said in a low voice, "They should still be at the No. 37 platform in the restricted area."

Upon hearing this, Pang Xize sneered, asked no further questions, and forcibly suppressed his anger before falling into deep thought.

He had given up hope that Bernard, that good-for-nothing, could snatch the high-level Evil Spirit Orb back.

Now we have no choice but to find another way.

"Make arrangements to summon all fifth-level military commanders." Pang Xize squinted at the gray sky, a bloodthirsty killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Yes!"

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An unknown island.

A misty forest.

The woman in the black dress lay on top of Xia Feng, hooking his chin and leaning forward slightly. Her beautiful eyes were lowered as she stared at his thin lips, which were so close to hers. She felt both clear-headed and confused.

Damn it, what am I doing?
Mu Qingtong's delicate brows furrowed, but her cool and aloof face showed no hesitation as she lowered her head directly—

It's cool and thin, like jelly.

So this is what kissing feels like?
It's just so-so, nothing special.

She calmly raised her gaze slightly, while Mr. Xia's eyelids remained shadowed, showing no sign of suddenly waking up.

This put her at ease a little. After prying open Mr. Xia's thin lips, she began to use the Soul Blood Chain to transfer evil energy, channeling the dense mist into his mouth.

Mu Qingtong could feel that as she exhaled the Evil Mist, the mysterious power within Mr. Xia's body would automatically draw in the mist and absorb it into his chest.

Compared to transmitting the virus through blood vessels in the neck by biting, using the mouth is significantly more efficient.

In just a few seconds, Mu Qingtong felt the erosion of the evil force in her body ease by 30%.

Seeing this, she put her arms around the back of Mr. Xia's neck, adjusted her posture, and increased the speed of the delivery.

"Uh--"

But at that moment, she heard the man's low, slightly painful groan again. Mu Qingtong's slender neck, which was bowed low, stiffened slightly, and her messy, sweaty silver hairs fluttered in the breeze on the man's face.

She pursed her lips, tilted her head slightly, and tried to keep her beautiful eyes calm as she silently watched and waited for Xia Feng to wake up.

However, what puzzled her was that Mr. Xia seemed to be reacting to some kind of stress response this time.

Seeing this, Mu Qingtong didn't interfere any further and lowered her red lips again. But as soon as she lowered them, Xia Feng shook his head in resistance, his brows furrowed, and a faint, soft voice came from his thin lips.

Mu Qingtong was stunned. She vaguely heard the word "no," and there was a sense of fear and even dread in her resistance.

This made her frown. What did it mean? Was Mr. Xia's body subconsciously resisting me?
Or is it a nightmare?
Or perhaps Xia Feng had already woken up but was unable to open his eyes, and thus, upon sensing her actions, he wanted to forcefully awaken his body to stop her?

Through mental sensing, Mu Qingtong could confirm that Mr. Xia's mind had not awakened, but was only somewhat active, which was more in line with the situation of having some kind of nightmare that he would never forget.

With a puzzled look in her eyes, Mu Qingtong glanced at Xia Feng, too lazy to think further. After a pause, she began to reinfuse the evil energy.

But then, Xia Feng shook his head and began to struggle, unconsciously murmuring resistance.

"The Emperor doesn't want it."

It was just a mumbled, incomprehensible murmur, but Mu Qingtong found it inexplicably grating.
Her gaze turned slightly cold as she tightly embraced Xia Feng's neck, but the man beneath her struggled even more violently, even unconsciously raising his hands and waving them wildly.

"Slap!" Caught off guard, Mu Qingtong was slapped across the face. She tilted her head, her beautiful eyes slightly glazed over.

"!!!"

"You bastard." Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes and grabbed Xia Feng's wrists, pinning them to the top of his dark hair. Xia Feng's neck involuntarily tilted back, and his lips parted as he murmured words of resistance indistinctly.

Mu Qingtong's gaze was icy. With her other hand, she roughly grabbed the man's chin and abruptly lowered his head!

After losing its gentleness, the speed at which the evil energy was transmitted was indeed slightly faster.

40% 80% 100%
In less than ten seconds, the evil force eroding Mu Qingtong's body completely dissipated.

However, a constant stream of evil mist continued to pour into her body, forcing her to continuously and roughly force it into Xia Feng's mouth in order to maintain her rational state.

This is clearly not a good solution; the kissing cannot be stopped, and it only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause.

Mu Qingtong fell into deep thought.

After 10 seconds of contemplation, 100 seconds of studying the Evil Mist, and 10 minutes of kissing you! Mu Qingtong had a flash of inspiration and fused and optimized the spiritual structure of the C-grade Bronze Spirit Robe and the C-grade Spirit Mimicry, thus you comprehended the 'B-grade Spirit Robe - Bronze Evil Armor'.

【B·Bronze Armor】

[Products from Qing Tong are guaranteed to be of the highest quality]

【Powerful Filtering: You can release spiritual particles to create a filtering spiritual garment covering your body. This garment has a filtering effect that is 100 to 200 times more effective than a regular filtering spiritual garment. The effect depends on the amount of spiritual pressure consumed.】

[Function 2: Virtual Pressure, can simulate a virtual spiritual pressure 1 to 10 times greater than one's own to intimidate the target.]

【Function 3: Mimicry. This outer garment can take on any shape, including but not limited to cars, airplanes, ships, etc. It also has flight capabilities and can be controlled by thought, with a speed limit equal to your agility.】

As Mu Qingtong's thought arose, faintly glowing spiritual particles emerged from her body, forming a semi-transparent spiritual garment before suddenly dissipating—

It actually condensed into a capsule-shaped spirit garment, which lifted the two of them and wrapped them inside the hull before slowly floating forward into the depths of the forest.

The dense fog surrounding the capsule ship was immediately repelled, but some stray wisps still managed to seep in.

However, the concentration has been greatly reduced, and it will no longer reduce Mu Qingtong's rationality in just a few seconds.

She released Xia Feng's lips and looked outside.

All around were towering trees with trunks and leaves that were eerily white, and a thick gray mist swirled around them. No one knew where they were.

Mr. Xia remains unconscious for an extended period due to the passage of time.

Lost in thought, the woman in the black dress lowered her long eyelashes again, her gaze fixed on the thin, bleeding lips that had been bitten open.

To be honest, the feeling of kissing is just so-so, nothing special.

After thinking for 0.8 seconds, she lowered her head again.

"Uh..." Xia Feng frowned again, his eyelids twitching slightly.

(End of this chapter)