Chapter 1016: Indeed, Mu Qingtong is Xia Feng’s lapdog
Xia Feng’s jaw was hooked up by the silver-haired woman, and her cool, lowered eyes held a hint of confusion.
“…”
Huang Zhaoyue: “?”
Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched, unable to explain.
Huang Zhaoyue stared at Xia Feng in astonishment, her gaze confused and even a bit disgusted. Did this guy like this King?
What was going on?
Was he insane!
After Mu Qingtong pointed it out, Huang Zhaoyue recalled Xia Feng’s repeated harsh words towards her, but ultimately cooperated with her to unlock the Dragon Locking Well, even more eager than her to resolve it. And now, he was taking the opportunity to embrace her and take advantage of her…
There was no doubt about it, this Xia fellow was indeed coveting this King!
Under the influence of this bloodline repulsion, he could still fall in love with this King?!
Was this Xia fellow a pervert? Thinking of this, a hint of mockery flashed in Huang Zhaoyue’s faint eyes, mixed with her disdain. Although she considered herself not a person with malicious hobbies, and even less interested in matters of love and romance.
She even found it boring.
However, discovering that Xia Feng, this evil disciple who had repeatedly suppressed her and made her lose face, actually harbored strange feelings for her, made her feel inexplicably… pleased.
She was very unwilling to admit it, but this was the first time she had felt the joy of being liked.
Can being liked evoke happy emotional reactions?
Clearly, Huang Shikui, her nominal husband, also said he liked her, but she felt only extreme disgust and killing intent towards him, not even needing the bloodline repulsion.
Xia Feng’s feelings towards her were actually also disdain and disgust, as if she wished she could cut him into a thousand pieces. But for some reason, upon hearing Qingtong say Xia Feng liked her, a sliver of delight and joy arose.
The messy emotions intertwined, causing her delicate brows to furrow in confusion, and she felt as though she was… ill.
Just as Huang Zhaoyue’s mind was in disarray, lost in self-doubt, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong’s eyes met, as if fine currents of electricity were crossing between them.
Xia Feng paused for a moment, then smiled: “Hmm? So what if I do?”
Seeing his admission, Mu Qingtong’s emotions remained unchanged. Her golden lake-like pupils remained calm and undisturbed, “Fine then.”
She sighed, lowered her head, and gently touched Xia Feng’s thin lips. Pulling back slightly, she spoke in a low voice, her eyes curving softly like crescent moons, “After all, you will obediently become my loyal dog sooner or later. Mr. Xia, who you like, doesn’t really matter.”
“Mmph~!” Xia Feng frowned, about to say something, but his words were again blocked by red lips.
Those cool golden eyes were filled with interest, with no extra words to say, as if she simply wanted to use his body to release her long-suppressed physiological needs, without any anger, displeasure, or other negative emotions.
Her slender hand stroked his broad back, and Xia Feng’s hands involuntarily tightened, pulling Huang Zhaoyue and Mu Qingtong closer to his waist, his breathing quickening.
Beside them, Huang Zhaoyue was startled awake and was once again stunned by this sudden scene, so close.
The previous second, Mu Qingtong had casually pointed out Xia’s thoughts, and the next second, Mu Qingtong was kissing Xia.
It seemed Xia hadn’t even reacted, subconsciously wanting to resist, but was suppressed and forcibly kissed.
But…
Wasn’t Xia Feng Qingtong’s lapdog? Huang Zhaoyue’s serene vertical pupils reflected this stimulating scene, her gaze slightly dazed.
Judging by the situation, it looked like… Mu Qingtong was the lapdog of Xia Feng! Because Xia Feng liked this King, Qingtong was jealous! So she declared her ownership in front of this King!
How could this be? Huang Zhaoyue felt the sky was falling. The only person this King recognized and admired was the lapdog of someone this King detested!
And she was even forcibly kissing Xia Feng in front of this King…
In the strange and absurd atmosphere, Huang Zhaoyue stared intently at the lips in front of her, and subconsciously pursed her own.
She didn’t stop Mu Qingtong’s unrestrained actions, but just watched quietly, confused about what this feeling was.
Luckily, Mu Qingtong didn’t take too long. She looked up, casually re-pinned her silver hair with a golden hairpin, and put on her half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, returning to her elegant, scholarly demeanor.
Seeing Huang Zhaoyue staring at her with confusion, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and shook her head. “Don’t worry, Mr. Xia often misbehaves, and this time is no different. But it doesn’t affect our relationship. Regarding the Demon God system, I will still teach you how to cultivate.”
“…” Huang Zhaoyue’s eyes widened in surprise. She nodded, but thinking that Mu Qingtong was her first and only friend, she added, “This King detests this Xia fellow, so you don’t need to worry. This King won’t fight you for him, nor is this King interested in such romantic matters.”
Mu Qingtong shook her head, “It’s fine. Mr. Xia will surrender to me sooner or later. Even if you want to fight for him, you won’t win.”
“?” Huang Zhaoyue frowned, feeling a hint of condescension in those words. While her self-created divine system was indeed astonishing, she was no ordinary person.
If they were to duel as Heavenly Gods in the end, it was truly uncertain who would win or lose.
Moreover, the fact that this Xia fellow liked her, Huang Zhaoyue, meant she had already… won.
However, considering that this person was her only friend, and was also like half a teacher to her, and an even more arrogant being than herself, Huang Zhaoyue decided to remain silent and said nothing.
“Since there’s still time, Zhaoyue, I’ll teach you how to avoid losing your mind in a demonic state first.”
Mu Qingtong opened a book behind Xia Feng’s head. Huang Zhaoyue’s gaze followed, and her cold, serene eyes brightened slightly.
The capsule ship formed by the holy knight transformed into a faint red stream of light under Xia Feng’s will and was still speeding through the sea of mist.
Controlling the holy knight didn’t consume much of his energy; it was basically on autopilot.
He was currently looking silently at the sky above, still confused. How did these two manage to be so harmonious? They had truly become close friends!
The two women, one on his left and one on his right, were leaning on his chest, looking at the book behind him, whispering to each other close to his ears.
They were completely treating him as a desk and chair for their lecture.
Xia Feng couldn’t quite understand what the two were chattering about, so he began to ponder Teacher Freya and the matter of Four Months.
As if thinking of something, his large hand, which was holding the black dress of Miss Mu at her waist, suddenly moved down and slapped twice, making crisp sounds.
“After completing the Brahma formation with this method, you can demonstrate demon—” Miss Mu’s explanation stopped. She let out a low muffled groan in his ear.
Huang Zhaoyue also heard the sound and noticed Xia Feng’s actions. She glared at Xia Feng, frowning displeasantly, “This Xia fellow, you—!”
pia~~!! Another slap fell. Xia Feng raised his eyebrows and, in front of her, slapped the curve of Mu Qingtong’s shapely black dress again, the strength of his palm unrestrained.
Mu Qingtong’s serene and elegant face tensed. She glanced at Xia Feng with her beautiful eyes, shook her head, and continued to turn the page, “Ignore him, let’s continue.”
“?” Huang Zhaoyue was startled. She’s ignoring him?
Seeing her best friend allowing Xia Feng to play with her like this without resisting, she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Indeed, she was truly Xia Feng’s lapdog.
However, since Mu Qingtong herself didn’t say anything, she couldn’t very well speak up to stop Xia Feng’s excessive behavior.
She could only listen to Mu Qingtong’s intermittent teaching voice, which occasionally trembled with a muffled sound. Fortunately, it didn’t affect the progress…
(End of this chapter)
