Chapter 299
“Sir, Mu Qingtong is still in the competition.” A cloaked figure walked to the window and glanced out before respectfully turning back.
The middle-aged man nodded, surveyed the room to ensure no one was hidden, and then raised his wrist. The pocket watch on his wrist lit up, revealing the figure of a young man with a red feather mark on his forehead.
The middle-aged man spoke in a deep, respectful voice, “Lord Vais, disaster is imminent. Should we forcibly take her, or…?”
“No rush, wait until this song ends. The plan might proceed more smoothly then,” the young man’s voice replied calmly.
“Understood.”
The middle-aged man responded with a deep voice, and the projection vanished. The group stood by the window, looking down at the venue below, waiting silently.
In the shadows, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong exchanged glances.
“It seems they really are here for you?”
Xia Feng pondered, “Miss Mu, judging by the current situation, who has targeted you again? And does their plan involve your singing?”
Mu Qingtong frowned and closed her eyes, seemingly searching for something. Xia Feng vaguely guessed she was communicating with her subordinates stationed around the world.
Soon, she opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, “Interesting, the Mu Clan has sold me out again.”
“Huh?” Xia Feng was startled. “Sold you out? What does that mean?”
“My Taicang Mu Clan was once a major noble family a thousand years ago, but after a rapid decline in recent years, they need to rely on others to rise again.”
Mu Qingtong shook her head and transmitted her voice calmly, “The Mu Clan initially intended to align with the Earl’s influence for development, but unexpectedly, the Earl died within a few days. So, the Mu Clan sought another way to connect with the Ye Li Royal Family of the First District. Earls, being nobles with hereditary titles, are somewhat related to the Ye Li Clan. Unfortunately, the Ye Li Clan completely ignored the Mu Clan’s patriarch.”
“And not long ago, when the Mu Clan’s patriarch was at his wit’s end, someone from the Golden Sparrow Flower Clan approached him with a marriage proposal. The Golden Sparrow Flower Clan is a super-family that can rival the Ye Li Royal Family. Naturally, he was overjoyed and agreed.”
Listening to Mu Qingtong’s explanation, Xia Feng understood what she meant by being sold out by the Mu Clan again. The Mu Clan had sold Mu Qingtong out three times in total. The first time was an attempt to marry her into a royal family’s son, but the Earl’s son died unexpectedly the next day. The second time was Xia Feng. Luckily, Xia Feng was clever at the time and agreed with Mu Qingtong on a sham marriage, otherwise, he might have been the second one to ‘go.’ In fact, the Earl’s downfall itself wasn’t a big deal. Xia Feng, as the prospective son-in-law of the Mu Clan, could bring new hope to the Mu Clan. However, before they could rejoice for long, Xia Feng became a wanted criminal. The Mu Clan patriarch, never giving up, unilaterally dissolved the engagement and continued to find a new fiancé for Mu Qingtong. Finally, they found Corvis from the Golden Sparrow Flower Clan, a leading figure of the Golden Sparrow Flower’s Eighth Generation. Xia Feng could only say that the Mu Clan patriarch was quite brave to arrange the life of the World-Ending Witch so recklessly. In the near future, the Mu Clan patriarch would likely only be able to pray that the World-Ending Witch wouldn’t remember or care about him, a mere insignificant figure. Unfortunately, it seemed the World-Ending Witch had already put him on her blacklist.
“Mu Deshan, this ant always finds ways to cause me trouble, big and small. He’s becoming increasingly arrogant lately,” Mu Qingtong transmitted calmly and indifferently into Xia Feng’s mind. “Mr. Xia, can you accompany me to kill a few people?”
“Of course, I’ll see it through to the end,” Xia Feng said with a slight smile. “Miss Mu, with your former fiancé taking action, all those small fries will be eliminated.”
“I said I didn’t agree to the divorce,” Mu Qingtong corrected with a frown. “Speaking of which, are we married?”
“If Mr. Xia desires it, I can arrange it.”
“Pah! Who wants that.”
The two engaged in a somewhat disjointed idle chat in their minds.
“However, before helping you kill people, we seem to have another problem to resolve.” Xia Feng looked up at the sky. Through his Eye of Deconstruction, he saw the world outside the giant venue. The downpour had stopped, but dark clouds still covered the sky. He smelled a terrifying aura of Calamity Force. The storm was brewing, and something big seemed about to happen.
“Mu Shen! Mu Shen! Mu Shen!!!” The resounding cheers of excitement echoed through the giant venue. Looking into the distance, the crowd waved colorful glow sticks, forming waves of light that extended for hundreds, thousands, and seemingly endless miles, one wave after another, almost entirely fans of Mu Qingtong. There were only six seats in the finals. The previous five performers had already finished, and Mu Qingtong, as the sixth, was the grand finale.
She seemed to still favor black, wearing a black dress that was perfectly tailored to her curves, with simple decorations giving her an elegant, understated, and mysterious aura. Combined with her cool and stunning beauty, the venue fell into a momentary silence. But the next instant, the fans’ screams became even more fervent.
“Lord Mu Shen! I want to be your dog!!” a group of people shouted their heartfelt wishes, both male and female fans more fervent than the last. Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly as he silently observed the scene below. “Miss Mu, are you sure you didn’t plant ‘Sound Addiction’ in them? They all seem to have gone mad…” Xia Feng seriously suspected that if Mu Qingtong told these fans to eat feces, they would comply.
“Mr. Xia, everyone has their spiritual anchor. Some people can’t find one in reality, so they find it in deified celebrities. It’s very normal,” Mu Qingtong explained with a calm shake of her head. “Unfortunately, what they anchor themselves to is too distant. The sense of perfection derived from distance will make them sink deeper and deeper, leading to certain specific states of madness, which is naturally very normal.”
“Spiritual anchor?” Xia Feng rolled his eyes. “Miss Mu, is there a possibility that everyone is just a pervert, including the women? And your appearance just happens to hit the sweet spot for perverts.”
“Is that so?”
“As everyone knows, lust is the primary driving force.”
“What about you, Mr. Xia?”
“Me? Heh~ Am I that kind of ordinary person?” Xia Feng glanced at Mu Qingtong’s breathtakingly beautiful face and said stubbornly, “Honestly, Miss Mu, in my opinion, you’re just average-looking.”
Mu Qingtong tilted her head, twisting her waist uncomfortably, and frowned slightly, “Mr. Xia, if you’d put away your knife, I’d believe what you’re saying.”
…
Admittedly, the wardrobe was rather hot and cramped. Xia Feng didn’t know why Mu Qingtong had pulled him into it. Thus, he found himself embracing Mu Qingtong. After being “humiliated” by Mu Qingtong so many times, he had become increasingly sensitive and easily aroused.
“Mr. Xia, it’s pressing a bit hard. Can you move away?” the woman’s red lips were close to his ear, her cool, indifferent voice resonating in Xia Feng’s mind, yet her warm breath softly puffed into his ear canal. Xia Feng’s scalp tingled, and his heart felt as if a delicate hand was squeezing it tightly.
