Chapter 454: Identity
Something is wrong.
Something is eleven parts wrong, Xia Feng frowned as he looked at the spot where the two had disappeared.
Mu Miss confessed to him in the laboratory six hours ago, and this woman actually ran to the Nightmare Realm?
Could it be an incarnation?
Or an illusion?
Xia Feng quickly scanned the surroundings; gray mist permeated the air, and the silence was absolute.
Through the Eye of Deconstruction, he detected no living beings hiding in the shadows, preparing to launch a sneak attack.
Shaking his head, Xia Feng dismissed the thought and rushed towards where Mu Qingtong had vanished.
Whether it was a trap or not, anything involving Miss Mu was worth investigating.
Moreover, it appeared that Miss Mu was being chased by a mysterious person wearing a straw hat, and her situation was not good.
With the blazing white fire wings on his shoulder blades, Xia Feng went all out, a white streak across the sky, and instantly flashed into the depths of the gray mist.
At the same time, he activated his A-class Spirit Robe, the Blood Spirit Throne, creating two incarnations constructed entirely of blood to scout ahead.
“Buzz—”
As Xia Feng penetrated the mist, grayish-white energy suddenly rippled from the distant battlefield. He looked up.
Three figures in white robes, their heads covered by white straw hats, floated in the sky. They stood in a triangular formation, holding a strange hand gesture.
Light flowed between their fingertips, and a triangular cubic mirror formed, trapping Mu Qingtong within.
Mu Qingtong, wearing a white coat, her silver hair casually tied up with a black pencil, revealing a fair swan-like neck. She had her hands in her pockets, her light gold eyes scanning her surroundings.
The transparent mirror of the triangular body continuously emitted grayish-white light. However, as red threads flew out from the pocket of her white coat, they swiftly wove through the light, like knitting a sweater. The entire triangular body vanished into thin air, reappearing the next moment around one of the straw-hatted figures, trapping him.
When the straw-hatted figure was illuminated by the grayish-white light of the triangle, his entire body turned to stone, and he stopped moving.
After eliminating the straw-hatted figure, Mu Qingtong’s face turned somewhat pale, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she swayed precariously.
The remaining two straw-hatted figures exploded with air currents beneath their feet, leaving only afterimages in their place, and moved directly to attack Mu Qingtong!
However, at the same time, two blood-colored figures silently appeared beside Mu Qingtong. Their movements were synchronized, and with a step and a punch, they struck the straw-hatted figures in the face!
“Bang—” A burst of blood-red energy sent the straw hats flying, and the heads of the two were directly smashed by Xia Feng’s blood spirit incarnations.
The blood spirit incarnations inherited his strength and agility attributes; even a Venerable would suffer minor injuries from such a blow.
However, to Xia Feng’s surprise, the white fragments that were smashed quickly reassembled, forming white, round heads and straw hats on the headless corpses.
It was then that Xia Feng noticed that beneath the straw hats of these white-robed figures, their faces were blank, entirely white, and eerily strange.
The two straw-hatted figures, after regaining their heads, did not continue their attack but turned and fled.
A white vortex expanded out of nowhere in the gray mist, and they rushed into it, disappearing.
“Miss Mu, why did you come to the Nightmare Realm?”
Upon hearing the question, Mu Qingtong slowly turned around, her hands still in her pockets. When she saw Xia Feng standing in the distance, her beautiful eyes flickered with a barely perceptible surprise.
But she quickly averted her gaze, her eyelids drooping as if she were about to faint. Her body went limp, and she fell from the air.
Xia Feng frowned, quickened his pace, and flew down to catch her, holding her in his arms.
Mu Qingtong placed her delicate hand on his shoulder, her tired, beautiful eyes lifting slightly. She lowered her voice, “Xia Feng, you’ve come.”
“…”
She actually knew his name? Xia Feng was suspicious. After a moment of silence, seeing that the woman had no intention of continuing the conversation, he pursed his lips and asked again:
“How did you get to the Nightmare Realm?”
The woman in the white coat blinked her beautiful eyes a few times and shook her head, “I don’t know, I have amnesia.”
Xia Feng: “?” What a convenient excuse!
If this were the real Mu Qingtong, amnesia would allow her to claim she didn’t remember the confession, perfectly defending against Xia Feng’s social awkwardness.
If it were a fake Mu Qingtong, amnesia would perfectly explain any questions she couldn’t answer.
“Then what else do you remember?”
Mu Qingtong furrowed her delicate eyebrows. After thinking for a moment, she softly whispered, “I only remember… your name is Xia Feng, and you are someone I can trust.”
“Just that?”
“Mm.”
I don’t believe you! With your strong mental power, you have amnesia?
And not only amnesia, but so much of it?
Xia Feng’s suspicion grew. His black pupils narrowed as he quietly met the woman’s light gold eyes, his hand behind his back ready to transform the Bloodworm into a sharp blade to strike her down.
“By the way.”
!
The woman in the white coat pondered for a moment, her beautiful eyes brightening as if she had remembered something. She continued, “I also remember that you were adopted by Willow Manor when you were eight years old and had two childhood sweethearts, one named Gong Changyi and the other named Cha Nai Xue.”
“!” The Bloodworm blade that Xia Feng was about to form dissolved. He frowned, wondering if this was indeed Miss Mu?
At the same time, he activated the Azure Bone Chasing Technique, projecting his vision to the laboratory. In the laboratory, two Mu Qingtongs in white coats were still conducting experiments. The main body that had confessed to him with a skull earlier had disappeared.
The main body managed to travel from the Real World to the Nightmare Realm and then to the Calamity Demon Sea in less than six hours, coincidentally meeting him and having amnesia?
I don’t believe you!
“So, besides these things, do you remember anything else? For example, our relationship?”
Mu Qingtong pondered for a moment, shook her head, and softly whispered with a lack of energy, “That’s all, just these.”
“Hm…”
Seeing this, Xia Feng sighed, “Fine, then let me help you recall.”
“Miss Mu, your name is Mu Qingtong, and I am Xia Feng. You were once my adopted female slave.”
Xia Feng’s expression was serious and earnest as he explained in a deep voice, “Three months ago, you were attacked by some thieves and died shielding me from a knife…
I know you can resurrect, so I searched many places to find you. Finally, I met you here. Alas, I didn’t expect you to have amnesia…”
“…Female… slave?” Mu Qingtong blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion.
“Yes.”
Xia Feng’s expression was calm. The hand that embraced Mu Qingtong’s slender waist moved down, patting her curved, round back where the white coat draped. He leaned close to her ear, which had suddenly become hot, and whispered,
“Miss Mu, you haven’t served this Master for three months. Now, let’s find a secluded place and properly relive that wonderful feeling.”
“!!!!!” The silver-haired woman did not expect Xia Feng to make a move so suddenly. Her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and her ear roots turned red.
*Pia~~* Xia Feng slapped her again before directly grabbing and rubbing. She involuntarily came back to her senses, her thighs tightly pressed together with no gap left, her knees turned inward, her face flushed red, and she completely lost her composure!
“Enough, enough!”
“You little scoundrel!” The silver-haired woman pushed Xia Feng’s shoulder and suddenly lifted her head, her light gold eyes filled with anger.
“I am He Jianzhu!”
*Chih~* He Jianzhu, that name sounds familiar~ As Xia Feng’s lips were about to curve into a cold smile, he suddenly froze.
Huh, He Jianzhu?!
His pupils widened sharply, his black eyes staring, and his right hand, which was grabbing below the silver-haired woman’s waist, also froze…
