I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 655. Was I really that pathetic back then?
Xia Feng stared at the woman in front of him, a leisurely smile on his face, and changed the subject.
"Miss Mu, I've never seen this Saintly Liberation ability of yours before. It can actually borrow other people's spiritual power to create clones. It seems pretty powerful. What's the name of this ability?"

"It seems Mr. Xia is going to continue being stubborn?"

"Stubborn?" Xia Feng raised an eyebrow. "Stubborn about what?"

Mu Qingtong said calmly, "Naturally, it's your affection for me."

"Ha~ Admiration?" Xia Feng seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. He curled his lips and clicked his tongue in amazement. "I'm quite curious, Miss Mu, from what aspects did you see that I admire you?"

"Could it be because your surname is Mu?" Xia Feng chuckled.

Seeing that Xia Feng was still stubbornly refusing to admit it, with an arrogant look that seemed to be asking for a beating.

Mu Qingtong was no longer angry; instead, she watched Mr. Xia's clownish behavior with great interest.

Because she knew that Mr. Xia would be the one crying next!

“Mr. Xia, since you’re so eager to know how I figured that out, then—”

Mu Qingtong said calmly, "Let me show you."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and waved it, and the intricate spiritual light patterns covering her palm floated in the air, suddenly opening up to form a holographic image.

Surround the three people on the sofa.

Xia Feng blinked, observing the changes around him, and feigned surprise, "This is... a memory-type spirit garment? When did you learn that?"

Mu Qingtong smiled faintly and remained silent, simply pinching Xia Feng's chin and turning his face to the side, "Take a good look at your disheveled appearance, Mr. Xia~"

To the side and ahead, thunder and lightning roared, and the shattered space expanded into one unstable black hole after another.

Amidst this chaos
A man and a woman stood facing each other, surrounded by crisscrossing beams of light with a tangible form, like a transparent sixteen-sided die, sealing and imprisoning the two within.

This is a scene from before I participated in the Lantern Festival.

Having just dealt with Bajitian, they encountered Ye Lidongjun, the Guardian Gun King, disguised as the Peach-Faced Man.

Within the barrier of light, the transparent cone of light, like a dazzling bullet trailing a stream of light, pierced straight through the silver-haired woman's heart. The immense force forced her to stumble forward two steps before collapsing onto Xia Feng.

The silver-haired woman's face turned pale, and Xia Feng's dilated dark pupils suddenly shrank to stars. Even though he wasn't the one who was injured, his face was also deathly pale, even paler than the silver-haired woman's.

"Anxious, hesitant, terrified, and at a loss."

Mu Qingtong's clone was sitting on the sofa, her red lips slightly parted near Xia Feng's ear, and her slender hand gently patted his chest, "And the convulsions and violent spasms in your heart, Mr. Xia, this is the real reaction when you thought I was going to die."

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes slightly. He had to admit that he hadn't paid much attention to his state at the time. In that emergency, his facial expressions and physical reactions were completely out of control, and even his thoughts were in disarray.

"But what does that prove?"

Xia Feng glanced at the silver-haired woman with a faint smile and a hint of pleasure in her eyes, and played along with her performance.

“Miss Mu, you have helped me a lot along the way. As an honest person with a conscience, I am worried about your life and don’t know what to do. Is there a problem?”

Seeing that Xia Feng was still unwilling to admit it, Mu Qingtong raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, said nothing, and continued to look at the memory images with a calm expression. *Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*

Immediately afterwards, Xia Feng, carrying the silver-haired woman, raced through the dense forest like a madman. His incredible speed completely exceeded the limits of his current cultivation level, and he arrived at the core laboratory of the Bronze Building in less than two minutes.

When Xia Feng learned from the maid Fei that Mu Qingtong was doomed and there was no way to save her, his face turned completely bloodless, like that of a dead man.

Even his eyes began to redden, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and endless frustration. "Impossible!"

He murmured unconsciously.

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It must be said that, although he was somewhat prepared, seeing this scene still made Xia Feng feel inexplicably ashamed and incredulous.
Was I really that pathetic back then? Why did I have such a strong emotional reaction?
"Regret, guilt, resentment, unwillingness to believe." The silver-haired woman's condescending, slightly mocking voice rang in Xia Feng's ears again, her cool fingertips lightly playing with his cheek.

"Mr. Xia, is your emotional reaction so strong just because I've helped you a lot? Hmm?"

With her fingers hooking Mr. Xia's Adam's apple, Mu Qingtong looked down at him with her beautiful eyes. She liked the way Mr. Xia looked up at her now, with his Adam's apple bobbing and his face tense.

This finally gave her a slight sense of satisfaction in controlling her kind.

This guy's infuriating skill improves every month, and he always manages to precisely target her sensitive spots, provoking her relentlessly!
Over the course of a year and a half, she discovered that it was indeed quite difficult to subdue Mr. Xia through normal means, so she decided to take a different approach and prepare to win him over emotionally.

Luck, time, personality, deception, and emotions—these are all part of the strength of a living being. As long as she wins by using emotions as the point of attack, Mr. Xia will willingly bow down to her and submit.

Today, I can finally suppress this fellow human being!
"Hmph~ Is that all you've got?" Xia Feng chuckled helplessly. "I thought you had some special trick up your sleeve, Miss Mu. My expressions and actions can be interpreted as friendship or family affection. Why do you insist on interpreting it as love?"

"Friendship?"

In front of the sofa, the silver-haired woman lifted her black dress, her long legs and high heels stepping directly into Xia Feng's legs. Her eyes, full of interest, were mocking. "Do you spend all your time thinking about pinning your friends down and bullying them? Do you want your friends to submit to your filthy things?"

Xia Feng tilted his head back, his stomach clenching. "No, you can talk if you want, but why are you stepping on me?"
"As for family ties," the silver-haired woman said, her beautiful eyes looking down at Xia Feng. The clone behind Xia Feng patted his head and whispered gently in his ear, "That's not necessarily a bad thing. Does Mr. Xia consider me his mother?"

"?" Xia Feng smiled. "I've come to see you as my daughter, Xiao Tong. Can you let go of your father for now?"

Before he could finish speaking, his heart tightened and his pulse tightened, forcing him to stop.

The silver-haired woman retracted her long leg, which had been exerting force, and her black dress and black crystal high heels landed on the ground again.

"It's really frustrating, Mr. Xia. It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Mu Qingtong's calm golden eyes rippled like the surface of a lake, a tranquil ice current ignited with a hint of cold fire. It was indeed not easy to make Mr. Xia completely admit defeat and willingly utter beautiful trembling sounds of pleading beneath her.

I thought this scene of frustration and panic would be enough, but now it seems it still isn't.

But it's okay, she actually has another way.

A single 'kill' by Mr. Xia made this unruly and detestable fellow see his true colors!

(End of this chapter)