I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 667. A Sweet Dream
A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of gardenias to your nose.

After suddenly regaining his senses, Xia Feng looked up at the sky with somewhat dimmed dark eyes, slowly focusing his gaze.

The scenes in the dream were both illusory and real.

It looks like the future, but it also seems like a figment of imagination, something unreal.

This reminded Xia Feng of Chana Yuki's A-grade spiritual weapon, Naraku no Miko.

By consuming faith power, one can deduce the future. However, the future predicted in this way is not 100% accurate; it only provides a possibility.

As Xia Feng frowned and was about to get up, he discovered that the silver-haired witch on his waist and back was clinging to him like two muddy octopuses.
The two stunningly beautiful faces buried in her neck were frighteningly hot.

Seeing this, Xia Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. He grabbed Miss Mu's slender shoulders, intending to turn her over and make her lie face down. But unfortunately, in the next instant, both witches simultaneously opened their eyes, their gazes indifferent:
"What do you want to do?"

Xia Feng didn't hold back, patting her sweaty cheek. "Miss Mu, you'd better be vigilant from now on. Don't let me find an opportunity, or else—you'll be..."

He pressed his thumb against the silver-haired witch's lower red lips, and in a detached voice, his hand traced down her graceful back. "And here!"

He sneered, leaning closer, "I'll ruin them all!"

"!" Mu Qingtong's smooth, fragrant shoulders tensed slightly, and she inexplicably felt a chill.

She could tell that Mr. Xia was serious.

If Mr. Xia really gets the chance, he will vent all the humiliation and anger he felt today on her!

The thought of that scene made Mu Qingtong's delicate brows furrow even more.

But the good thing is——

Mr. Xia could only pitifully, pathetically, and ridiculously imagine that scene in his dreams.

The silver-haired witch smiled serenely, then shook her head helplessly: "Mr. Xia, are you having a sweet dream?"

Seeing that this devilish woman didn't take his words to heart at all, Xia Feng's eyelids twitched slightly. Just wait, you world-destroying witch, sooner or later you will be humiliated to the extreme, lying face down with your back to me and shaking your butt.
and.

You won't have to wait long!
Next time, I will fulfill today's vow! Xia Feng made a fierce vow in his heart and began to devise a plan.

As for now.

Xia Feng sneered disdainfully: "Miss Mu, if you don't want to suffer the rebound of the same frequency pendant anymore, you'd better get off me now."

The effects of the synchronized pendant were indeed powerful. Combined with the synergy between Miss Mu and her clone, the impact she received was doubled on top of the already hundredfold stimulation.
Even Miss Mu, with her strong willpower, fainted briefly and almost completely lost her ability to move.

"When did you obtain this divine relic?" Mu Qingtong frowned slightly in suspicion. Mr. Xia's trump card was indeed troublesome, forcing her to abandon her plan to thoroughly humiliate Mr. Xia once again.

“Foolish Miss Mu, you don’t think you’re the only one who can secretly use tricks, do you?”

After barely managing to turn the tide, Xia Feng relaxed, especially when he saw Miss Mu's delicately furrowed brows and her disordered breathing. He became even more arrogant and sneered, "Guess what? I don't have any other ways to counter you yet."

With her wet, silvery hair and sticky lips, Mu Qingtong's small face was lifted up by Xia Feng's large hands. She was forced to tilt her swan-like neck back, and her golden eyes, which she had finally managed to focus on, lost their light again, like an emotionless machine, as she glanced down at the arrogant face of the man in front of her.

*Thud*—She suddenly grabbed Xia Feng's wrist and roughly pulled it up to the top of his black hair.
Her graceful figure leaned forward, her delicate face lowered in confusion, and she said softly, "Mr. Xia, do you think that having the synchronized pendant will stop me from abusing you?"

"?" Xia Feng was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow. "If you continue, you'll experience an even more desperate feeling than I have. Are you sure?"

Logically speaking, if Mu Qingtong used the rules of the Destiny Stone to control Xia Feng's yang energy consumption, and if it was consumed dozens of times more, Xia Feng would not be able to bear this feeling of despair.

Now, with the pendant in sync, Mu Qingtong's Yin energy will be forced to release in sync, and it will be released faster than Xia Feng's.

If the Yin energy is exhausted, Mu Qingtong will die directly.

Therefore, as Xia Feng predicted, Mu Qingtong would definitely give up the torture plan temporarily for the sake of her own life, otherwise they would all be finished.

But now it seems...
"Mr. Xia, don't you know? What I hate most is being threatened!"

Xia Feng's earlobes were suddenly pressed against her delicate nose by a sharp breath, and a chilling voice pierced her ears, "As for being on the same frequency? Let's see who can't take it first!" "?"

crazy.

This witch has gone mad!

Xia Feng's dark eyes widened, and his vision quickly became blurry, as if he were once again in that doomsday land, where torrential rain was pouring down.

Everything became unclear.

"I must say, Miss Mu, your behavior is truly laughable."

The safe house has been restored to its original state as a home.

The living room was very large, and Xia Feng was leisurely studying cooking in the open kitchen.

Two women in black dresses sat on either side of the sofa, wearing half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses and exuding a gentle, scholarly air, quietly reading with their heads down.

Hearing Mr. Xia's sarcastic words, they pushed up their glasses, looked up at each other, and narrowed their beautiful eyes.

After she finished speaking to Mr. Xia, she only resonated with him twice more before giving up.
Because she could feel her tongue sticking out uncontrollably, and if it continued, she would inevitably fall into a prolonged coma. If Mr. Xia woke up prematurely, he might do something terrible to her.

So in the end, she had no choice but to ignore Mr. Xia's smug and arrogant attitude and swallow her anger.

Unfortunately, after today's back and forth, it seems that we've reached a draw again with Mr. Xia.

She didn't gain much of an advantage.

It seems we really need to come up with a new solution quickly.

Think of a way to 'truly defeat' Mr. Xia and leave him with no chance to fight back!
This will ensure their complete defeat!

"Sigh, Miss Mu, are you afraid to argue with me now? Well, that makes sense. You only lasted three times and you're already done. I thought you were so amazing." Xia Feng said sarcastically, glancing at the sofa as he made candied hawthorns at the kitchen counter.

Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and said calmly, "Stop talking nonsense. Are the candied hawthorns ready yet?"

"It'll be here soon, what's the rush?" Xia Feng muttered.

"He is slow and inefficient in doing things."

"If you want to eat, then shut up, Miss Mu."

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As the two bantered back and forth, time seemed to pass very slowly.

During the days and nights of fleeing, there was a rare moment of comfort and leisure.

But it didn't take long.

The two looked up as if they sensed something.

On the boundless snowfield, two graceful figures swept across the swirling snow-covered sky, landed, and plunged straight into the ground, rushing towards the safe house.

They were moving very fast, glancing back every now and then, as if they were being chased or checking to see if anyone was following them.

They opened the door to the safe house, then closed it behind them. At the same time, Jiang Qiu'e skillfully reinforced thirteen layers of strange and varied seals with different effects.

Only then did I feel relieved.

The two saintesses were not surprised to see that Xia Feng and his companion had arrived at the safe house.

Chana Yuki narrowed her beautiful eyes and glanced at Xia Feng, who was busy at the kitchen counter. Then she walked quickly to the woman in the black dress on the sofa and said respectfully, "Although we didn't go into the city, we have a general understanding of what happened at the Black Moon headquarters."

(End of this chapter)