I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 62. That's it?

The lips are half an inch apart.

Neither of them moved, and their gazes remained fixed on each other without shifting. Neither of them seemed to care much about the close proximity.

Mu Qingtong's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cool, indifferent voice echoed in Xia Feng's mind, "I've said what I know, now it's your turn to speak."

"I said? What did I say?"

"The reason you can devour the Ereshkigal Sea."

"Huh?" Xia Feng tilted his head, looking puzzled. "That's strange. When did I say I was going to tell you?"

Xia Feng did ask her if she wanted to know, but he didn't say he would tell her.

Mu Qingtong wasn't surprised by Xia Feng's scheming actions; she was used to it.

She stared calmly at the man before her, a cold smile slowly curving her lips. "Mr. Xia, it seems you only know how to do the 'slow waltz,' you're not very good at dancing, are you?"

"Huh?" Xia Feng was stunned. Before he could react, Mu Qingtong suddenly quickened her dance steps and switched to a male step to forcefully block Xia Feng's waist.

"you--"

Xia Feng stumbled a bit and quickly tried to catch up with her, but unfortunately, his dance skills weren't his fighting ability, so he couldn't keep up at all.

Mu Qingtong's pace quickened, faster and faster, leaving Xia Feng stunned. He hurriedly tried to push her away by pressing her slender shoulders, but the next moment he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

His consciousness and thoughts began to stagnate, and his gaze gradually became vacant. Fortunately, the demon's heart suddenly skipped a beat, instantly waking him up, but all the muscles in his body were completely powerless.

"What's going on!" Xia Feng was shocked. His body was completely out of his control as Mu Qingtong pulled him along. Despite his strong stamina, he quickly began to pant. "You, you slow down~"

He pressed on Mu Qingtong's bare shoulders and forced her to dance the female steps.

But Mu Qingtong seemed to have discovered some kind of fun, her lips curving into a strange smile. She completely ignored his panting, her slender, white neck, as graceful as a swan, arched back, and continued to speed up.

[Attacked by a spirit weapon. Copy the target spirit weapon?]

Xia Feng's head was spinning as he opened his eyes wide. Holy crap, this really is Mu Qingtong's spiritual weapon ability!

"Copy, copy!"

Copying failed.

"?"

Well, what a disappointment. But if the copying fails, there's only one possibility.

Mu Qingtong's magical artifact is also Alpha level!
His "Divine Realm Without Platform" has only just begun to awaken, and at most he can only copy S-level techniques.

However, it makes sense. A terrifying world-destroying witch like Mu Qingtong would be embarrassed to call herself a major villain without an alpha-level spiritual artifact.

Under the warm yellow light, Mu Qingtong wantonly played with and manipulated Xia Feng's body. When she saw that Xia Feng was still able to maintain his sanity, she was slightly surprised. Then, she lowered her beautiful eyes and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Xia, do you want to beg for mercy? If you beg for mercy, I will let you go."

beg for mercy?

"What a joke!" Xia Feng, panting, looked up with a mocking tone and said, "Miss Mu, I must say, not only is your singing terrible, but your dancing is also mediocre. If I wanted to learn, I could easily beat you!"

accelerate!

"generally."

Speed ​​it up!
"That's it?"

Lightning fast—

[Knowing you were deliberately provoking her, Mu Qingtong still showed a rare sign of annoyance. She further refined her aerial steps during her dance, perfectly integrating her understanding of the dance into the aerial steps. Your understanding of the spirit garment has improved, and you have successfully mastered the C-rank spirit garment 'Thunder Aerial Step'.]

Xia Feng: "?"

Is this how you learn a C-rank spirit garment? This is the first C-rank spirit garment he has officially and perfectly mastered.

Sure enough, Xia Feng finally understood: Mu Qingtong was actually a masochist in disguise, wasn't she? The more he belittled her, the more active her thinking became, the more eager she was to learn, and the more innovative she was.

Moreover, Mu Qingtong incorporated her understanding of dance steps into the Thunder Step, and Xia Feng naturally learned it as well.

Quietly, he found himself gradually regaining control of his body. A smile played on his lips as he forcefully wrapped his arm around Mu Qingtong's slender waist, swiftly taking the initiative. Mu Qingtong's long, delicate hands, wrapped in a delicate veil, instinctively climbed up his broad back.

With their fingers intertwined, the vibrant notes danced joyfully between their steps. On the warm, polished white bricks, shimmering high heels and sturdy white boots drew closer to each other amidst the shimmering light, only to suddenly separate in the dim corners.

Xia Feng's gaze was calm as he brought his thin lips close to Mu Qingtong's delicate earlobe, his tone full of teasing: "That's... all?"

Mu Qingtong raised her eyebrows slightly and pursed her red lips. She didn't expect that Xia Feng was not bragging or deliberately making empty promises to provoke her, but could actually learn it in a minute.

can only say.
As expected of the opponent I, Mu Qingtong, have chosen! A mad glint flashed in her slightly curved golden eyes. Is this the thrill of finding a kindred spirit, a rival, and the meaning of life?

She felt increasingly pleased.

As the dance steps gradually came to a halt.

The music became gentle and melodious, its subtlety captivating the heart.

Amidst thunderous applause, the two thanked the crowd and walked towards the mushrooms in the corner.

"God Mu! You're amazing!" Mushroom's eyes sparkled.

Mu Qingtong smiled and said softly, "Thank you."

"What about me?" Xia Feng blinked.

"You?" Mushroom crossed his arms and scoffed, "You're not even worth a single finger of mine, Mu Shen!"

"Ha~"

Xia Feng tilted his head and earnestly warned Mu Qingtong, "Let me remind you again, she's a woman who has ulterior motives towards you."

"Hmm, so it's quite strange that all three siblings in the Wang family like you." Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully.

Mu Qingtong: "."

"DouDou, come here." Just then, Li Siwen's deep voice came from afar.

Mushroom quickly tugged at Xia Feng's sleeve, shrank back, and muttered, "My older brother has done all sorts of bad things; he's no good person."

"It's alright, we're here." Xia Feng patted her hand to comfort her, and the three of them walked towards the center.

Mushroom's real name is Li Hongdou, and Doudou is her nickname. Because she disliked the Wang family so much, she later changed her surname to Mo, which is the same as her biological mother's.

“Mother, Hongdou is here.” Li Siwen turned around and said respectfully.

The woman in the deep red evening gown turned her head to look, but remained silent.

The mushrooms remained silent.

Li Siwen said in a deep voice, "Dou Dou, we agreed that you would call me 'Mother' after you come of age. Do you want to go back on your word?"

Mushroom bit her lip and whispered, "My eighteenth birthday is the day after tomorrow."

"What did you say?" Li Siwen frowned.

Mushroom shuddered in fright and hid behind Xia Feng again. Every time her older brother frowned, she would think of the desperate moment when she was forced into a corner and slapped when she was a child.

"Your Highness, there are always some things in this world that cannot be forced, aren't there?" Xia Feng stood in front of Mushroom and said calmly.

Li Siwen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, and a smile appeared on his lips:

“Indeed, Mr. Xia makes a lot of sense. Well then, little sister, for the sake of your good friend, I won’t pressure you today.”

As they were talking, a guard approached and respectfully said:

"Mr. Xia, His Highness the Prince requests your presence."

Wei Shutong had said that the Duke would summon him tonight. Xia Feng nodded, pulled Mushroom to Mu Qingtong's side, and whispered, "Miss Mu, please look after her for me. Thank you."

Mu Qingtong glanced at the short, stout man next to her. To be honest, she didn't really want to bother with such a weak and useless ant, but for Xia Feng's sake, she could pretend for a while.

"Mm." She nodded gently.

(End of this chapter)