I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 543. Transmission
Within the confined space, icy blue chilling air swirled around the three women, wisps of it rapidly freezing.

The boy, sandwiched between the three women, felt his cheeks burning hot, radiating yang energy, and the crimson light repelled the chill around him.

However, yang energy can only relieve the stiffness of the body, allowing the physical body to move slightly and reducing the feeling of cold, but it cannot resist the freezing of the mind.

Xia Feng's mental energy is now depleted, and he is still unable to think clearly or speak.

Fortunately, all three women had very high mental strength.

Jiang Qiu'e was once a star goddess, and even though she is currently in a weakened state, her mental strength is still quite high.

Mu Qingtong goes without saying. As for Cha Naixue, although she is weaker than the previous two, her spiritual weapon is also of the mental type, which can provide her with a high level of mental power.

That's why the three women were able to stay in the ice for so long, their minds were still very active, but their bodies were frozen and it was difficult for them to move.

Mu Qingtong glanced down at the two foolish saintesses, whose thunderous roars seemed to be pressing down on Mr. Xia like four towering peaks. Not only that, they were also deliberately squeezing towards her.

Especially Chanayuki, whose scale is indeed very large, seems to gain a sense of superiority by comparing itself with her, and the way they look at her becomes condescending.

It has to be said that Chana Yuki, like Mr. Natsu, is quite deserving of a beating.

Mu Qingtong raised her golden eyes and met the gaze of the pair of slightly condescending purple eyes in front of her, and stared at them quietly for a while.

Despite having found a slight advantage, for some reason, Chana Yuki felt a little scared being stared at. She pursed her lips, took the initiative to admit defeat, and lowered her eyes.

"Xia Feng's initiative to come in means he must have a way to get us out of here."

Jiang Qiu'e broke the silence, frowning in thought, "But his thoughts are frozen right now, and it won't be long before his consciousness disappears, and he'll die completely, unable to speak at all. What should we do?"

"Just channel your spiritual energy into him," Mu Qingtong said calmly. "Pull him up."

The two women looked at the woman beneath them with confusion, not understanding what she was going to do.

There are indeed spiritual garments in this world that can transmit spiritual energy, allowing one to transfer their own spiritual energy to a target.

However, none of them can use the spirit garments now, and their respective spirit artifacts also lack this ability.

How do I transfer mental energy?

But Jiang Qiu'e still resisted the urge to continue rubbing her face and nose against Xia Feng's, her long eyelashes covered with ice crystals drooping as she did as she was told.

They placed a "Move" sticker between Xia Feng's eyebrows, pulling him a small distance upwards from the darkness of the deep valley.

This made Xia Feng's face directly facing her and Chana Yuki.

They were very close. Jiang Qiu'e's breath fell on Xia Feng's thin lips. The pair of dark eyes before her were bright and fixed. She exhaled her fragrant breath, and her beautiful face lowered forward subconsciously. Just as her red lips were about to touch his thin lips, a slender finger suddenly reached out from below.

It stands upright between the red and thin lips.

With her golden eyes gleaming, Mu Qingtong used her fingertips to part the red lips of the woman in the green dress, then grabbed Xia Feng's chin with her other hand, tilting her face back as it grew hot and flushed.

Under the slowly widening gazes of Jiang Qiu'e and Chana Xue, Mu Qingtong lowered her head and kissed Xia Feng.

"!!!" The two saintesses looked at the scene so close to them, their breathing quickened. No, what is this perverted woman doing?
However, they soon discovered that a tremendous amount of spiritual energy was emanating from the silver-haired woman's wet lips and surging towards Xia Feng.

This only made them more confused.

While it is true that spiritual power can be transferred directly without the aid of spiritual garments or artifacts, only 1 out of 10000 points of spiritual power may be successfully received by the target.

The transmission loss during this process is terrifying. That's why it's necessary to use methods like magical clothing and artifacts to reduce transmission loss.

Mu Qingtong is now directly and forcefully transferring her mental energy to Xia Feng without relying on any external force.

Even if Mu Qingtong has immense mental strength, she can't withstand this kind of treatment, right?
In fact, Jiang Qiu'e had thought of this method before, but even in her prime, it would still be difficult for her to awaken Xia Feng through such a crude and mindless method.

So how could a silver-haired woman dare to do that?
Chana Yuki didn't have as many thoughts as Jiang Qiu'e. Her purple eyes widened subconsciously as she stared blankly at the eerie scene so close at hand.

A few strands of silver hair fell down as Xiao Feng tilted her head back, a few drops of saliva dribbling from the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin, past her prominent Adam's apple, and into her collarbone.

Chana Yuki never imagined that her awful childhood friend would be so lewd.

In the past, Xia Feng had always treated her badly, showing a cold and disdainful attitude. He would only tease and mock her when he was in a good mood, which was very annoying.

But now, this despicable man is powerless to resist Mu Qingtong's advances and can only be bullied by her.

Of course, Mu Qingtong is actually saving Xia Feng right now.

Judging from Mu Qingtong's skillful posture and the natural movement of her delicate hand gripping Xia Feng's chin, she had obviously played with Xiao Feng quite a bit on a regular basis.

Amidst her jumbled thoughts, Chana Xue realized that she had lowered her head without her noticing, her delicate chin gently resting on Xiao Feng's collarbone, moving up and lightly brushing against it, her breathing quick and shallow.

Jiang Qiu'e also came to her senses at this moment. Her ethereal and beautiful eyes widened slightly, and the evil scene of Xia Feng being violated by the two women was reflected in her pupils.

She pursed her red lips, her lowered eyelids trembled slightly, and she leaned forward slightly with a calm expression, pressing her body against Xia Feng's chest.

It was only at this moment that she clearly sensed that Xia Feng was actually showing signs of movement under the infusion of the silver-haired woman's spiritual power.

How terrifying is this mental energy capacity? Jiang Qiu'e felt incredulous.

Soon, with Mu Qingtong's help, Xia Feng's stagnant thinking began to loosen, and he was able to think smoothly again.

Therefore, although he could only see Miss Mu's snow-white slender neck, he could still vaguely feel a slight dampness on her right collarbone through the touch of her skin, while her left chest was being squeezed and rubbed forcefully.

What's wrong with those two stupid saintesses now?

Xia Feng never expected that coming in to save someone would lead to such chaos in such a short time, without him even thinking.

Fortunately, Miss Mu and he had a tacit understanding and she understood his intention to force his way into this place.

The reason he dared to force his way into the ice despite his insufficient mental strength was because Miss Mu's terrifying mental strength gave him extreme confidence.

While transmitting mental energy without relying on any external force does indeed consume a great deal of energy, once the mental energy capacity exceeds normal limits, everything becomes much easier and can be used freely.

As his thoughts became clearer, Xia Feng raised his chin, indicating to Miss Mu that it was enough and there was no need to overexert his mental energy.

Mu Qingtong slowly raised her cool and pretty face, glanced at the wet stains on Mr. Xia's lips with her beautiful eyes, gently wiped them away with her slender fingers, and then touched Cha Naixue's brow with her fingertips, gently pushing the woman's head away.

Cha Nai Xue snapped out of her chaotic thoughts, her expression slightly stiffening. She pursed her lips and said in a seemingly indifferent tone, "Sorry, I'm too cold. I want to absorb more yang energy."

Mu Qingtong glanced coldly at the saintess with her beautiful eyes, said nothing, and then looked back at Xia Feng:

"Mr. Xia, is there any way to escape?"

(End of this chapter)