Chapter 660: 660 About to Die!
Chapter 661: 661. Danger
“Nightmare River?”
Xia Feng quickly stabilized his mind and shook his head with a calm expression, “Tea Nai Xue and the others will probably be back soon. We can talk about this later.”
Later? Mu Qingtong couldn’t help but frown. She could tell that Mr. Xia was making an excuse to subtly refuse her request.
This was quite normal, though.
After all, memories were the greatest privacy of each person. It was human nature for Mr. Xia to not want his memories to be casually browsed by others.
But what wasn’t normal was Mr. Xia’s attitude!
When she proposed to look further into his memories, with Mr. Xia’s annoying personality, he would have directly refused and mocked her, or arrogantly proposed some deal.
But Mr. Xia hadn’t done any of that. Instead, he had politely found an excuse to refuse her rather intrusive request.
Something was not right.
Of course, the most important point was that she had vaguely perceived a trace of unmasked fear and panic in Mr. Xia’s fleeting expression.
“What are you afraid of?” the silver-haired woman mused.
“…” No, you noticed that too?! Xia Feng’s scalp tingled. He chuckled mockingly, “Afraid of what? Miss Mu, what nonsense are you talking about again—”
Mu Qingtong smiled lightly at Xia Feng, raised her hand, and snapped her fingers. ‘Snap’. With the crisp sound, ripples spread out for a hundred meters. Instantly, the paused laboratory image in front of them began to change.
“Mr. Xia, let me see what exactly you are afraid of,” the silver-haired woman said nonchalantly.
“Don’t—” Mu Qingtong, relying on her powerful mental power, forcefully took control of the Sea of Memory. Xia Feng had only uttered half a word before his voice got stuck in his throat, his black pupils shrinking.
As the light and shadow shifted, a new holographic projection appeared beside the laboratory scene. It was a capsule ship, with a man and a woman embracing in the darkness within.
The woman was wearing a dazzling, sacred starry skirt. Her thick, white, scaled tail draped out from the hem of the skirt, its tip coiling around the man’s ankles, calves, and thighs below her.
The woman was currently pressing down on the man. Her high, jade nose and majestic vertical pupils formed a perfectly enchanting and bizarre upper facial outline.
Mu Qingtong easily recognized the other person’s identity: the Dragon God Di Si, Mr. Xia’s ridiculous Divine Master.
And the one being suppressed beneath Di Si, with his wrists locked above his head, was none other than… Mr. Xia!
“Mr. Xia, I like you.”
The confession sounded again. This was when the laboratory scene began to replay.
At the same time, beneath Di Si’s forehead, where the Dark Gold Cross Command Sword was flashing, her majestic vertical pupils shrank into silver needles. The sharp tips of the needles radiated a cold light.
With a stern face, she suddenly sealed Xia Feng’s lips, swallowing back all the words he was about to speak.
“!!!!!!!!”
The scene of Mr. Xia being forcefully kissed by the Evil Dragon struck their eyes like a nuclear explosion. Mu Qingtong’s previously nonchalant expression froze. Her golden pupils dilated, and her brows furrowed tightly.
“Mr. Xia…”
“I like you…”
In the laboratory, she was still murmuring.
On the sofa, Xia Feng’s suspended heart finally died. The corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably, and he looked expressionlessly at the silver-haired woman on his lap.
The silver-haired woman’s expression hadn’t changed much, but for some reason, Xia Feng felt that this incredibly beautiful, serene little face was inexplicably eerie and terrifying.
“Miss Mu…” he ventured a tentative sound.
The silver-haired woman glanced down at him, her golden eyes devoid of light, then slowly raised her gaze, continuing to stare at the memory projection.
She watched as the Evil Dragon Di Si’s attacks grew more fierce. Mr. Xia had initially raised his hand to try and break free, but it was in vain. Then, he began to accept and even respond to the Evil Dragon.
So dirty and incompetent, Mr. Xia.
“My believer, what did the witch say?”
The Evil Dragon finally gave up playing and looked up, speaking in a majestic, calm voice. Her eyes, outlined with crystal-white dragon scales, were as placid as a deep well, her divinity clear and pure, showing no trace of the perversion associated with desire.
Outwardly one thing, inwardly another.
“The witch said she likes me,” Xia Feng smiled. “Then do you like the witch?”
“Me?”
Xia Feng paused. “Lord Dragon God, if I say I like the witch, will you be angry?”
“…What do you think?”
“I like the witch,” Xia Feng declared loudly, tilting his chin up.
“!!!” The Evil Dragon’s majestic vertical pupils paused slightly.
Mu Qingtong, who had been watching coldly, couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. Although she didn’t know why these two shameless beings were calling her ‘the witch’, this was not the time to think about that.
Instead…
Mr. Xia admitted it. He—liked me? Mu Qingtong lowered her eyelids and looked down at the Xia Feng beneath her again.
“What are you looking at? I already said it was mutual affection,” Xia Feng scoffed on the surface, but his heart pounded. He quickly explained.
In fact, Xia Feng himself had forgotten that he had ever said something like a confession. Recalling it now, he must have said it deliberately to tease Miss Evil Dragon at the time.
!
He hadn’t expected it to almost become the cause of his defeat.
Fortunately, the so-called ‘like you’ that carried no clear meaning had, under the influence of ‘Tong Qing’ (referring to Mu Qingtong), lost its original power.
After the shock, Xia Feng’s composure returned, and he felt fearless.
However—
When he saw the memory projection rewind and Miss Mu quietly rewatching this scene with a complicated look in her eyes again.
His heart turned cold once more.
He had a feeling that the surrounding temperature was slowly dropping, and the sofa seemed to be faintly covered in frost.
“Mr. Xia, I like you…”
With these murmured words repeated over and over, the humiliating scene of him being wantonly kissed by Miss Evil Dragon was also replaying endlessly.
Mu Qingtong watched silently, unmoved.
This made Xia Feng mutter to himself. Mustering his courage, he feigned calmness, “Miss Mu, do you perhaps have some peculiar hobby…”
“Shut up,” the woman said two words lightly.
“…” Xia Feng knew when he could provoke and when he couldn’t.
Clearly, it was best not to provoke this tigress right now, or the consequences would be unpredictable.
“I must say, Mr. Xia, you have indeed made me feel a humiliation I’ve never experienced before.”
The sense of shame burned in her heart. Her rational thought had long since collapsed amidst the emotional rollercoaster, falling into a dark abyss. The silver-haired witch’s cool, beautiful eyes were now exceptionally peaceful, like a twilight valley where birds had long since fallen silent.
Indeed, she had never wanted to—humiliate, ravage, whip, torture, trample upon—a person like this!!
Sensing the increasingly strange golden eyes upon him from above, Xia Feng’s hair stood on end, and a twelve-thousand-percent alert rose in his heart.
“So, Mr. Xia, can I tear your stinking mouth apart?”
“Well, that… that wouldn’t be good, would it?” Xia Feng forced a stiff smile.
“Then can you let your tail out?”
“Tail?” Xia Feng was stunned.
“I saw that the Evil Dragon seemed to really want to have tail intercourse with you,” Mu Qingtong said calmly, her little face serene.
After observing for a long time, she had clearly seen the movements of the Evil Dragon’s tail. It kept shifting upwards along Mr. Xia’s thigh, only to be pressed back down by Mr. Xia’s hand.
Mr. Xia consistently refused.
