I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 661. Danger
"E'chuan?"

Xia Feng quickly calmed himself down and shook his head without changing his expression. "Cha Nai Xue and the others should be back soon. Let's talk about it later."

Later? Mu Qingtong frowned. She could tell that Mr. Xia was making excuses to subtly refuse her request.

This is quite normal.

After all, memories are everyone's greatest privacy, and it's only natural that Mr. Xia wouldn't want his memories to be casually accessed.

But what's abnormal is that Mr. Xia's attitude is problematic!
When she asked to examine her memories further, given Mr. Xia's annoying personality, he would probably refuse outright and mock her, or arrogantly propose some terms of exchange.

But Mr. Xia did not do that. Instead, he very politely made an excuse to refuse her request, which was somewhat of an invasion of privacy.

Not right.

Of course, most importantly, she vaguely sensed a hint of fear and panic in Mr. Xia's fleeting expression.

"What are you afraid of?" the silver-haired woman asked thoughtfully.

"No, you even noticed that?!" Xia Feng's scalp tingled, and he chuckled dismissively, "What are you afraid of? Miss Mu, what nonsense are you spouting—"

Mu Qingtong smiled faintly at Xia Feng, raised her hand, and with a crisp snap of her fingers, ripples spread out for hundreds of meters in an instant, and the laboratory image that had been paused to the right began to change.

"Mr. Xia, let me see what you're afraid of." The silver-haired woman said calmly.

"No—" Mu Qingtong forcefully took control of the sea of ​​memories with her powerful mental strength. Xia Feng had only uttered half a word when his words were stuck in his throat, and his dark pupils narrowed slightly.

As the light and shadow shifted, a new holographic image appeared beside the laboratory image; it was a capsule ship, with a man and a woman embracing each other in the darkness inside.

The woman wore a sacred and dazzling star-studded dress, with a thick, white, scale-covered tail dangling from the hem, its tip coiling around the man's ankles, calves, and thighs beneath her.

The woman was now pressing down on the man; her high, straight nose and imposing vertical pupils formed a perfectly alluring profile.

Mu Qingtong easily recognized the other party's identity: Dragon God Di Si, Mr. Xia's laughable god master.

The person who was being suppressed by Di Si and had his wrists locked above his head was none other than Mr. Xia!

"Mr. Xia, I like you."

Another confession rang out, as the scene in the laboratory began to replay.

At the same time, beneath the gleaming dark gold cross-shaped sword between Di Si's brows, her majestic vertical pupils shrank to the size of silver needles, their sharp tips radiating a cold light.

With a stern, cold expression, she abruptly slammed her lips down, silencing Mr. Xia who had just opened his thin lips to speak.

"!!!!!!"

The sight of Mr. Xia being forcibly kissed by the evil dragon was like a nuclear explosion piercing his eyes. Mu Qingtong's originally calm expression froze instantly, her golden pupils dilated, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"Mr. Xia"

"I like you."

She was still murmuring softly in the laboratory.

Xia Feng, who was sitting on the sofa, felt his heart sink completely. His eyes twitched uncontrollably as he stared expressionlessly at the silver-haired woman on his lap.

The silver-haired woman's expression didn't change much, but for some reason, Xia Feng felt that her beautiful, serene face had a strangely gloomy and terrifying quality.

"Miss Mu," he tentatively began.

The silver-haired woman glanced down at him, her golden eyes devoid of light, before slowly raising her gaze again to continue staring at the memory image.

She witnessed firsthand how the evil dragon Di Si's attacks grew increasingly fierce. Mr. Xia initially raised his hand to try to break free, but to no avail. Thus, he began to accept and even cater to the evil dragon.

How filthy and incompetent, Mr. Xia.

"My believer, what did the witch say?"

The evil dragon finally gave up its toying, raised its head with a majestic and calm voice, and the vertical pupils in its eyes, which were outlined with white crystal dragon scales, were as calm as still water, with a clear and divine nature, without any trace of the evil of desire.

duplicity.

"The witch said she likes me," Xia Feng smiled. "And do you like the witch?"

"I?"

Xia Feng was taken aback. "Lord Dragon God, if I said I like witches, would you be angry?"

What do you think?

"I like witches," Xia Feng said loudly, tilting his chin up.

"!!!" The evil dragon's majestic vertical pupils paused slightly.

Mu Qingtong, who was observing coldly, raised her eyebrows. Although she didn't know why these two shameless guys called her a 'witch', now was not the time to think about such things.

But
Mr. Xia admitted that he—likes me? Mu Qingtong lowered her eyelids and looked down at Xia Feng beneath her again.

"What are you looking at? Didn't I already say it's just a matter of kindred spirits?" Xia Feng sneered on the surface, but his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained.

In fact, Xia Feng himself had forgotten that he had said such a confession-like thing. Looking back now, he probably said it on purpose to tease Miss Evil Dragon.

I never imagined that it would almost become the mistake that led to his defeat.

Fortunately, these ambiguous expressions of "I like you" have lost their original power under the influence of "Tongqing".

After the initial shock subsided, Xia Feng regained his composure and became fearless.

but--

When he saw the memory rewind, and Miss Mu quietly and with a clouded look in her eyes watched that memory again.

His heart sank again.

I felt the temperature around me was slowly dropping, and the sofa seemed about to freeze over.

"Mr. Xia, I like you."

With each murmur, the unbearable scene of him being forcibly kissed by the evil dragon lady kept replaying.

Mu Qingtong watched quietly, unmoved.

This made Xia Feng uneasy. Mustering his courage, he feigned composure and asked, "Miss Mu, you don't have any special hobbies, do you?"

"Shut up," the woman said lightly.

Xia Feng knew when he could provoke someone and when he couldn't.

It's clearly best not to stroke this tigress's whiskers now, or the consequences could be dire.

"I must say, Mr. Xia, you have truly made me feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation."

Shame burned within her, and rational thinking had long since collapsed in the midst of these turbulent emotions, plunging her into a dark abyss. Yet, the silver-haired witch's clear, cold eyes were unusually peaceful, like a secluded valley at dusk, where no birds roamed.

She never truly thought that way—to humiliate, abuse, whip, torture, or ravage a person!
Feeling the increasingly unsettling gaze of the golden eyes above him, Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine and became extremely wary.

"So, Mr. Xia, can I tear your foul mouth to shreds?"

"This isn't a good idea," Xia Feng said with a stiff smile.

"Then can you let your tail out?"

"A tail?" Xia Feng was taken aback.

"I think the evil dragon has always wanted to have sex with you from behind," Mu Qingtong said calmly.

After observing it many times, she clearly saw the movement of the evil dragon's tail. It would always move along Mr. Xia's thigh from time to time, and then Mr. Xia would press it back down with his hand.

Mr. Xia absolutely refused.

(End of this chapter)