I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 616 616. Props
While pondering, Ye Lidongjun turned his head to look at the three people not far away.

Freya's fishtail burgundy evening gown was elegant and sophisticated, truly eye-catching.

Ye Lidong said with a faint smile, "Xiaoya, this dress really suits you."

Freya's expression remained calm, her beautiful crimson eyes cold: "After the birthday banquet, quickly deal with that evil scoundrel Xia Feng. Tomorrow I plan to go to the First District to report for duty, and I don't want to encounter any more accidents on the way."

"Naturally, dealing with that evil man is not difficult."

Ye Lidong nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze to Xia Feng, who was standing respectfully behind Freya, and said in a low voice:
"Before the birthday party ends, I hope to see the Gardenia Garden's four-season system running again. I hope we can do that."

Xia Feng bowed respectfully, placing his right hand on his abdomen and slightly bending over in a salute: "Rest assured, Mr. Dongjun."

His current identity is an officer of the Yama Legion, the son-in-law of the Ye Li royal family, and he has met Ye Li Dongjun several times.

The magical artifact it possesses is [Rank N: Flower Farmer's Divine Hand]

As long as there is a sufficient amount of spiritual energy, it can cause the four seasons to change in a certain area, and at the same time, it can cause the flowers in this area to mutate and evolve into various beautiful forms and produce various pleasant fragrances.

However, this only applies to ordinary flowers and cannot be used on spiritual materials.

However, its practicality in daily life is actually quite high.

Ye Lidong's garden is the work of a master gardener.

As planned, Kenshin deliberately sabotaged the Garden of Gardens' Four Seasons system, thus providing Xia Feng with a reason to enter the place under a false identity.

“We have quite a few distinguished guests tonight, Leia, let’s go,” the young man in the wheelchair said with a smile.

"The banquet hasn't started yet."

Freya walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the starry night sky, and said softly, "You go first, I will come when it's time."

Seeing this, Ye Lidongjun didn't say anything more. He knew that Xiaoya didn't like such aristocratic social occasions, and he was already used to Xiaoya's aloof attitude that kept people at arm's length.

However, he wasn't angry. After all, once the deed was done tonight, Freya would truly feel his love.

"Then you should rest well first." Ye Lidongjun said calmly and with concern, and then, with Jianxin pushing his wheelchair, he went out the door.

Xia Feng bowed respectfully and stepped aside.

He only looked up after the wheelchair had slid out of the high gate. Kenshin happened to turn around at that moment, his phoenix eyes quietly fixed on him, as he slowly closed the silver double doors.

Xia Feng activated his Deconstruction Eye and continued to watch as Jian Xin pushed the wheelchair-bound youth into the darkness of the corridor.

"Da da--"

The slender high heels made a crisp sound on the ground, and Xia Feng turned around.

Freya stepped onto the pebbled path and walked slowly towards the depths of the garden, saying softly as she spoke:

"Follow."

Xia Feng was puzzled, but he still silently followed.

The burgundy fishtail gown accentuated her figure, cinching her slender waist and revealing her perfectly rounded, supple hips.
"Click—" The high heels stopped abruptly.

Xia Feng silently turned his gaze away.

She continued walking forward in her slender high heels.

With graceful steps, her fishtail skirt with a side slit trailed on the cobblestone path, and her long, fair legs were faintly visible against the backdrop of the burgundy fabric.

It must be said that this gardenia garden is quite large.

After walking for a long time, I parted the leaves and the view ahead suddenly opened up.

It looks like a luxurious living room nestled among forest flowers.

It features classic European-style sofas, coffee tables, floor-length mirrors, and an inlaid fireplace with a quiet, smoldering flame.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a semi-circular platform, upon which stands a dignified and elegant high-backed chair.

It looked like a throne. Xia Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, glanced past the throne, and looked down. He could see the bustling banquet hall, where Jian Xin was pushing Ye Lidongjun into the hall.

Everyone around bowed respectfully.

Xia Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at Freya again.

Ms. Fu had already sat down elegantly on the sofa, her long legs crossed under her red slit dress, her arms crossed and her brows furrowed as she stared at Xia Feng.

Xia Feng blinked: "Teacher, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

"Go back to your original appearance. Your disguise looks awkward." Freya pursed her lips.

"Okay, fine." Xia Feng dropped his disguise and returned to his original form.

The atmosphere fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Xia Feng stood not far from the sofa, silently meeting Freya's cold, beautiful red eyes.

"Teacher, what's next?"

Just as Xia Feng was about to speak, Freya took out a photo and pushed it on the coffee table: "According to the plan devised by Ye Lidongjun's inner personality, when Ye Lidongjun returns, he needs to see a scene similar to this."

Xia Feng glanced at it.

It's like a scene taken from an unspeakable anime, where the female protagonist sits on the male protagonist's lap with her slit open, and the sofa and floor are covered in crystalline white fluid.

However, the female lead was still covered with a blanket, and only her calves, which were in a duck-sitting position, could be seen.

Freya then took out two test tubes containing clear and cloudy liquids and placed them on the coffee table: "These are props for the play."

Xia Feng glanced at it and rubbed his chin: "Will he believe that?"

"If you don't delve into the details, you should believe it at first glance," Freya said calmly.

"Um"

Xia Feng responded softly, and the atmosphere fell silent once more.

The two locked in an awkward stare once again.

Xia Feng blinked and pondered, "I wonder when he'll be back. Freya, should we prepare in advance?"

"?" The woman in the burgundy fishtail dress raised an eyebrow, displeased. "You have no manners! Call me teacher!"

“Okay, teacher.” Xia Feng stepped forward.

Freya's heart tightened instantly, but her cold and beautiful face remained unchanged as she pursed her lips and remained silent.

Xia Feng sat down next to Freya, then patted his thigh and said earnestly, "Teacher, please sit down."

"..." Freya looked at Xia Feng's serious expression, like a simple, upright young man with black eyes.
As a teacher, she stood up without changing her expression, bent down, and casually tore open the side slit of her skirt up to her thigh.

As she bent over, the red cloth stretched taut over her full, round buttocks, perfectly fitting her curves and drawing attention, right in front of Xia Feng.

Xia Feng didn't avoid his gaze, and just stared at him silently.

Freya tore open the slit, turned around, and looked down at the student in front of her with her beautiful eyes. Her wine-red hair was tied up high with a black crystal hairpin, and her cold temperament remained noble and elegant.

Xia Feng looked up, admiring the woman's clothes up close: "Teacher Fu, the feeling you have in this outfit is indeed different from the cold and stern feeling you have when you wear martial arts uniform."

"What, do you think you look prettier in this outfit today?"

"How could that be?" Xia Feng shook his head and said seriously, "Teacher Fu, you were beautiful before, but today's outfit brings out your intellectual and elegant temperament even more."

Freya knelt on the sofa, her long legs spread apart with the student's thighs in front of her as the dividing line. Her slender hands pressed on Xia Feng's shoulders, and she frowned as she looked down at him.

"Such a young age, yet so glib and smooth-talking!"

(End of this chapter)