I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 690. Miss Mu, I like you!

This suggests that being forcibly locked up by a man was not particularly humiliating for him; in fact, the bright, cheerful lights subtly indicate that he actually experienced some pleasure amidst the humiliation.

Ok?
Um.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Xia Feng remained expressionless, then suddenly realized that the physical pleasure must have offset the extreme humiliation.

Yes, that's correct.

But if this past isn't considered humiliating, then what is?
Xia Feng fell into deep thought; this was a bit troublesome.

If he cannot break free from the barrier of shame, his soul and consciousness will be forever trapped in this emotional world.

When his mental energy is completely exhausted, the Guhua Contract Mark on his body will be forcibly erased by the power of emotions, and he will completely lose the ability to resist or even commit suicide, and be imprisoned in the Seven Emotions Holy Grail.

If he were brought before "Mother" again, endless suffering would await him.

But now, he can't find anything more humiliating than what happened the night before last.

Is this the end for us?
*
At the top of the tower, in front of the Star River Waterfall.

"Those four apostles of Burning Heaven don't seem to be giving up so easily."

An Xingjia gazed lazily into the darkness, "Are you sure you don't need me to intervene?"

Holy Priest Moro shook his head slightly: "No need. Let these cult rats steal whatever they want. I, Black Moon, will deal with them one by one in the future. Anxi, you can focus on guarding this place."

As he spoke, he tilted his hood slightly, asking in confusion, "Why hasn't Madam An returned yet?"

"Don't worry." An Xingjia chuckled. "Madam's strength is no less than mine."

The Seven Emotions Holy Grail possesses the ability to automatically lock onto enemies; as long as Xia Feng possesses his mother's authority, he will not be able to escape.

It can be said that even a Saint-level expert like him would find it difficult to escape if he fell into the emotional domain of the Holy Grail.

Because escaping this realm requires not only corresponding emotional past experiences, but also near-god-level mental strength.

Only in this way can the soul and consciousness return to the body and escape the trap.

Xia Feng is no ordinary young man, but escaping the Seven Emotions Holy Grail's capture will be an impossible task.

It's impossible to do.

"Teacher, is there no other way?" At the same time, in Miao Shi's dream space, Chana Xue's expression was solemn.

Master Miao calmly shook his head: "This emotional field has been empowered by the authority of the Golden Finch Flower's [mother], making it too high-ranking. If Holy Shepherd Moro were to make a move, it might be possible to break through this field and rescue Xia Feng."

In tower room 601, Xia Feng's body had fallen into a coma, slumped in the arms of the woman in the black dress.

Jiang Qiu'e frowned, withdrew her fingertips from Xia Feng's brow, and slowly opened her eyes.

"How is it?" Mu Qingtong raised her beautiful eyes slightly.

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head helplessly: "His emotional reaction was very intense. He was still resisting and trying to escape, but the effect was minimal."

Mu Qingtong narrowed her cool, beautiful eyes slightly, showing no panic. Instead, she pursed her lips, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against Mr. Xia's, sending him her spiritual energy.

The ratio of transmitting mental energy is 10000:1, which is about 9,999 ten-thousandths of the loss. Therefore, direct transmission is very wasteful, and even Mu Qingtong has to consider it carefully.

However, dealing with this kind of emotional ability inevitably requires a large supply of mental energy, and Mr. Xia probably needs it very much now.

Seeing the woman in the black dress's actions, Jiang Qiu'e quickly stepped forward as well.

She wrapped her arms around the woman in the black dress from behind Xia Feng's back, her red lips close to the back of Xia Feng's ear, and with a slight breath, she began to transmit her spiritual power. Her spiritual power was actually very high, but it seemed much less compared to Mu Qingtong's.

The woman in the black dress glanced at her with her golden eyes, said nothing, and simply kissed Mr. Xia's thin lips, accelerating the transmission of her spiritual energy. Jiang Qiu'e pursed her lips. Although Mu Qingtong didn't stop her, she could clearly feel the fleeting coldness in Mu Qingtong's eyes when she looked up at her, which even made her feel inexplicably apprehensive!
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she tightened her grip on the woman in the black dress's slender waist, her red lips pressed against Xia Feng's earlobe, her breath quickening slightly.

However, she quickly suppressed her unusual emotions and focused on channeling her spiritual energy into Xia Feng.

Her long eyelids were lowered, concealing the sickly look that gradually emerged in her ethereal eyes.

*
Although Xia Feng's consciousness was in the special world of the emotional domain, he could still feel the sounds and touches coming from the outside world.

The soft, low breath at her thin lips, and the rapid, warm breath close to the back of her ear.

The breathing behind his ear was clearly Jiang Qiu'e's, but Xia Feng vaguely felt a wet sensation behind his ear, like a kitten quietly sticking out its tongue.
"!" Green-haired fox, what are you doing?! Xia Feng was speechless. Did this fox think I didn't know, so it revealed its true colors?!
Fortunately, both streams of spiritual energy were continuously being transmitted.

It was like sending charcoal in snowy weather to replenish his nearly depleted mental energy.

Xia Feng's listless mind suddenly perked up. He felt Miss Mu's touch on his thin lips, and a flash of inspiration struck him!
Yes, in my memory, nothing has been more humiliating than the night before last.

Just because I don't remember it doesn't mean it doesn't exist now.

He can manufacture it on-site!
As for how to manufacture it...
It's actually very simple, just a matter of one sentence.

But he wasn't sure if Miss Mu in the real world would hear him if he said those words in the world of the oil painting.

If I could hear it.
Then what's the difference between him and someone who is dead?
The thought of this possibility sent chills down Xia Feng's spine; he might as well be trapped here forever.

Moreover, if he were to speak here, his body would very likely also simultaneously produce a sound in reality, which is equivalent to—

Confess your feelings directly to Miss Mu?
This is far more terrifying than when he overheard Miss Mu's confession about the skull.

The moment he opened his mouth, his life would be completely over. He could already imagine Miss Mu stepping on his face with her high heels, looking down at him with a mocking expression.

no! This is absolutely not okay!

That seems to be the case.
Being stuck here like this isn't so bad, is it?

Negative emotions surged again, filling his mind, and Xia Feng's dark eyes became listless.

But then he was startled and shook his head.

wrong--

He clearly sensed that his lips were being blocked by Miss Mu, which meant that even if he confessed his feelings here, his physical body would move, but he would eventually be forced to shut up because of Miss Mu's actions.

and so!
The conclusion is that Miss Mu will not hear it!

He can confess his feelings!

That's right, that's it! It makes sense! Xia Feng understood, his gaze quickly hardening without hesitation, and he took a deep breath!

"."

Take another deep breath!
"."

Take another deep breath
Xia Feng, expressionless, frantically scratched his head. "Ugh, will Miss Mu even hear me?!"

He felt like he was going crazy!

The world of oil painting remained deathly silent from beginning to end, as if mocking his indecisiveness, cowardice, and timidity.
"Miss Mu, I like you!" Someone suddenly murmured under their breath, taking advantage of the dead silence.

The sound was soft, yet resounding, like a pebble dropped into a lake in the lifeless world of the oil painting, spreading out in ripples of emotion and color, constantly radiating into the distance.
(End of this chapter)