I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 298. Mr. Xia, please stick out your tongue.

The living room, under an elegant crystal chandelier.

Xia Feng looked at Mu Qingtong from the left, then from the right.

It has to be said that Xia Feng felt a little uneasy when the two Mu Qingtongs looked at him with faint smiles and indifferent eyes.

One world-destroying witch is terrifying enough, but two? Xia Feng felt his body couldn't handle it. This is terrifying!

Xia Feng curiously reached out and poked the cheek of the clone Mu. The tender flesh slightly sunken, and the beautiful eyes behind the half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses lifted slightly: "Mr. Xia, could you please not touch me like that?"

Xia Feng blinked, then glanced at the main body again, puzzled: "So what exactly is this clone of yours? Are you controlling it? Or does it also possess its own consciousness?"

"The clone does indeed possess self-awareness," the clone Mu said calmly.

The original body continued, "But you can understand it as my consciousness having two bodies, and being able to control the actions of both bodies simultaneously."

"In addition, the clones share the physical attributes, fighting abilities, and magical artifact abilities of the original body."

As he removed his half-rimmed glasses, the clone continued to explain, "Unfortunately, we cannot share the spirit garment, nor can we cultivate spiritual pressure."

The two Miss Mus kept talking back and forth, and Xia Feng shook his head back and forth, speechless. "No, can you talk by yourself? It's giving me a headache."

After placing her glasses on the coffee table, Mu Qingtong left an afterimage in place before suddenly appearing in front of Xia Feng!

"So fast!" Xia Feng's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to step back, but Mu Qingtong, who had been standing behind him, suddenly stepped forward and hugged him tightly!
"what you do--"

Xia Feng was shocked. Everything happened too suddenly. His right hand, which he wanted to elbow backward, was grabbed by the wrist of the woman in the black dress behind him and pulled back to the back of his neck. His left hand was grabbed by the woman in the black dress in front of him and pulled above his head.

With Mu Qingtong's exquisite face so close, and hearing her hot, low breath in his ear, Xia Feng's breath caught in his throat.

The living room fell into a brief silence.

In the gentle breeze, two black dresses fluttered, their identical long silver hair cascading down to their waists. Xia Feng, sandwiched between them, slowly widened his dark pupils. As the woman in the black dress slowly brought her moist red lips closer, his heart began to pound faster.

"Mr. Xia, what are you expecting?" The red lips paused half an inch from the thin lips, and Mu Qingtong's teasing laughter sounded behind her.

Xia Feng jolted awake, and Mu Qingtong stepped back slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on him quietly. With a slight smile, she asked, "Mr. Xia, what are you expecting?"

Xia Feng: "."

"Are you expecting to be violated by us together?" Mu Qingtong reached out her slender hand from behind and clamped his chin. He tilted his head back, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed and raised.

“I didn’t.” Xia Feng couldn’t quite keep his composure.

"Mr. Xia, as long as you admit that you like me, and by the way, you have to stick out your tongue and pant while saying it, okay?"

Mu Qingtong looked down at Xia Feng with calm and serene eyes, saying, "If you do this, I will fulfill your expectations."

"..." Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly and clicked his tongue. "Miss Mu, if this is all the tricks you have, then you're really too weak."

"You really think I'd be tempted by something so simple?"

Xia Feng raised his chin and smiled disdainfully, "Besides, there are only two Mu Qingtongs. Even if there were a hundred, I wouldn't be afraid."

"Miss Mu Qingtong, your lunch has arrived."

The waiter's knocking on the door interrupted their conversation.

The two Mu Qingtongs chuckled and patted Xia Feng's cheek, "We'll let you off the hook for now."

"Tch, who's going to let whom off the hook!"

For the next seven days, Xia Feng and the two Mu Qingtongs basically stayed in the presidential suite.

The clone Mu Qingtong liked to sit on the balcony reading, while the real Mu Qingtong would cross her legs and lean back on the sofa to cultivate with her eyes closed.

With nothing to do, Xia Feng could only read for a while, pretend to cultivate for a bit, and then go to the Dragon God Space to play with Miss Evil Dragon.

Furthermore, the cunning Miss Mu, taking advantage of having a clone, initiated daily combat duels against him. Since both Mu Qingtongs possessed identical physical abilities, Xia Feng was constantly being ganged up on and easily defeated, often collapsing from exhaustion in bed. However, at night, for the first time, Xia Feng experienced the feeling of having twins on both sides while sleeping.

The presidential suite clearly has three bedrooms, but the two Mu Qingtongs insisted on squeezing into one bed with him. Xia Feng understood that Miss Mu was doing this on purpose, wanting to see him with an erection from night to morning, making him unable to sleep all night.

Absolutely despicable!

However, it must be said that these seven days were indeed the most comfortable and relaxing period in the past few months.

During these seven days, he also raised his mental strength to a new level by constantly and frantically absorbing dragon energy.

His mental strength was 598 when he was at the third rank. He had previously achieved a comprehensive improvement in all aspects of his physical attributes by advancing to the fourth rank, with his mental strength increasing by a full 200 points. The intense dragon absorption he had been doing these past few days had given his mental strength another qualitative leap of 210 points.

With the advancement of his spiritual pressure, his daily dragon absorption efficiency has also greatly improved. He can convert up to 30 points per day, which is equivalent to the effect of advancing to the fourth rank in less than ten days. It is still very strong.

Current mental strength: 1008 Soc

A score of 300 or above falls into the category of "Ordinary Five," 500-1000 falls into the category of "True Five," and 1000 and above is the level of spiritual power possessed only by Venerables.

Xia Feng was very satisfied; his mental strength had taken a significant leap forward.

"I admire the god! I admire the god! I admire the god!!"

The excited cheers brought Xia Feng back to his senses, and he turned his head to look down through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The soul song competition has begun.

Ten giant light curtains formed a circle in the air, while stage lights flashed below.

Tens of thousands of people waved glow sticks, surging like waves, and as the music reached its climax, screams and cheers seemed to tear the entire venue apart.

"Boom!!"

The massive venue erupted in cheers, with screams drowning out the thunder in the sky.

It must be said that this giant venue for 100,000 people was very well enclosed. Outside, it was pouring rain, while inside, people were dancing and reveling, with colorful neon lights illuminating the entire venue. It was like two completely different worlds.

If it weren't for the faint rustling sound and the rumble of thunder in the sky, probably no one would know that it was raining outside.

Xia Feng glanced at the gray sky outside, where purple lightning flashed continuously, through the Eye of Deconstruction, and frowned.

“There’s a problem,” Mu Qingtong, who was standing next to her, was the first to express her opinion.

"You stole my lines, huh?"

Xia Feng had just finished speaking when his voice suddenly stopped, and he turned around abruptly to see a large group of people approaching the room! They were moving very fast.

The clone Mu Qingtong is already waiting on stage; it can't be her.

"Hide well." Mu Qingtong's thought echoed in Xia Feng's mind as the two of them hid inside the wardrobe and entered a state of concealment.

"This is your room, isn't it? Why are we hiding in this godforsaken place?"

"Shh-"

"Bang—" The locked door was flung open, and ten people filed in.

They were all dressed in crimson priestly cloaks, with a pale gold floral design embroidered in the center of the cloaks, resembling two golden birds joined head to tail to form a wreath.

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed in a black swallowtail coat and wearing white gloves; his attire suggested he was the butler of some noble family.

"Golden Bird Flower?" Xia Feng easily recognized the group's identities.

As a super-powerful clan in the empire, the Golden Finch Flower clan's "mother" is none other than the main personality of Moon Red Carp.

Seeing this, Yue Hongli woke up and became interested.

(End of this chapter)