I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 300 300. Mu Qingtong's humiliating day!

In the center of the huge stage, Mu Qingtong, wearing an elegant black dress, held the microphone and sang.

The fans became more and more fanatical, and the wave of tens of thousands of light sticks waving gradually pushed the atmosphere of the venue to a climax.

Everyone was immersed in Mu Qingtong's singing, but Xia Feng didn't listen at all, and even felt that Mu Qingtong's voice was a little out of tune.

"Miss Mu, I'm suddenly curious." Xia Feng looked at the dazzling woman in the black dress in the center of the stage, "Does your clone communicate with your senses?"

His black pupils flashed with a strange light, and he asked.

Mu Qingtong: "."

After a moment of silence, she helplessly transmitted, "Mr. Xia, with so many people watching, I suggest you better not mess around."

"Oh?" Seeing that Mu Qingtong's tone was somewhat submissive, Xia Feng became more excited. He pressed her slender waist with his right hand and raised his eyebrows, "Give me a reason not to mess around?"

"No!" Mu Qingtong was expressionless.

"Very good, you have guts."

Xia Feng narrowed his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped the fabric of the black skirt. The full moon arc wrapped in the fabric made a crisp sound.

"!" Mu Qingtong's cold and beautiful eyes, which were still thinking about countermeasures, froze directly.

In the venue, the black-dressed woman in the center of the stage had a very difficult-to-detect tremor in her singing. She casually glanced at Xia Feng with a blank expression.

Xia Feng smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking at his clone Mu with a very worthy expression.

Mu Qingtong's heart was burning, she really, really wanted to beat this guy up! Enduring the numbness in her waist and hips, she looked outside the closet, and the people of the Golden Broom did not react at all.

In the hidden state, as long as there is a big move, it will be exposed and noticed by others.

However, the moment Mr. Xia raised his palm and slapped her buttocks hard, the two of them directly entered the different space of the Ten Saints' Suit, the Paladin Space, and after the palm landed steadily, they exited the Paladin Space again. The operation was smooth and flowing, and it seemed that they had been rehearsed countless times in their minds.

She had discovered that Mr. Xia, this bastard, had as much evil taste in his heart as she did.

"Ms. Mu, as long as you admit that you have fallen in love with me and cannot extricate yourself, I will let you go, how about that?"

Xia Feng's smiling words rang in her heart, and Mu Qingtong's cold face was unusually calm, and she said in a light voice: "Mr. Xia, you'd better think about the consequences. Every time you hit me, it will add a bit of humiliation and suffering to your future-"

"Snap!" There was a crisp sound of palm strikes, Mu Qingtong straightened her waist, and tightened her thin hands that were stroking Xia Feng's broad back, and her face was tense and angry.

It would be fine if it was any other time, but now the other body she controlled was singing on the stage. Although the clone would not show any abnormality, under the attention of the crowd, this feeling made her feel unprecedented shame.

This sense of shame made her very annoyed, and shame was also a kind of shame, and she could not accept such shame!

Obviously, Xia Feng's guilt book has added another crime!

"Mr. Xia, you're dead."

"Wow, Miss Mu who can only yell verbally is the cutest~" Xia Feng deliberately leaned close to her ear and chuckled, then raised his palm and slapped it hard again, snap!

"You're dead!"

"Snap!"

"You're dead-"

"Snap!"

"You-"

"Snap!"

Mu Qingtong: "."

Today, the final of the spiritual song competition is the day when she will be crowned as the queen of singing and complete the spiritual weapon plan, but it is also destined to be her most humiliating day.

Not long after, Mu Qingtong endured the humiliation of being constantly humiliated and molested by the evil disciple surnamed Xia, and finally, the spiritual song competition came to an end.

Amid the screams of countless fans, the clone Mu walked off the stage, and soon, she came to the outside of the room.

As soon as she pushed the door open, a group of cloaked people turned around, and the middle-aged man walked up with a smile and said the purpose of his visit very kindly.

"I'm very sorry, sir, I have never received any news about the engagement."

Mu Qingtong sat on the sofa with her long legs crossed under her black skirt, leaned back and raised her eyes in a low voice: "Mu's decision does not represent my decision. Please go back and tell Corvis that I have obeyed the family's engagement arrangements twice, and there will not be a third time."

The middle-aged housekeeper narrowed his gray eyes, shook his head and smiled: "Ms. Mu, you should understand that our master is the leader of the eighth generation of Plantagenet. He is an existence that a daughter of a small noble like you can only look up to. Now that the opportunity has come, are you sure you don't want to seize it?"

The woman in the black skirt raised her eyes to the middle-aged man, and the corners of her lips curled lightly. Look up? Even Mr. Xia is not worthy of being looked up to by her.

"Pah!"

Caught off guard, her buttocks were numb again. In the closet, Mu Qingtong's slender fingers tightly grasped Xia Feng's back, and her beautiful eyes looked at him angrily.

Xia Feng blinked, with an innocent face and no attitude of knowing his fault.

Seeing that the woman in the black dress didn't say anything, the middle-aged housekeeper said in a puzzled voice: "Ms. Mu refused so much, is she thinking about that lowly Weiyang student in her heart?"

"Weiyang student?"

The woman in the black dress was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook her head: "Don't think too much, sir. I don't have a good relationship with that lowly person, not to mention that Xia Feng is now a wanted criminal, what is there for me to think about? Compared with Xia Feng in all aspects, your master is indeed a world apart, but I simply don't want to-"

"Don't want to what?"

The woman in the black dress paused and continued: "I don't want to be used as a tool for marriage anymore."

As she spoke, Mr. Xia became more and more excessive, slapping and kneading.

However, as Mr. Xia's actions became more and more malicious, Mu Qingtong could feel that Mr. Xia's mood seemed to be a little off, as if he was taking this opportunity to vent some dissatisfaction.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, as if she wanted to understand something, and her eyes curved suddenly.

Interesting, Mr. Xia, is this a male's possessiveness of all things? Or is it jealousy caused by some hidden feelings in your heart?

If it is really jealousy, then Mr. Xia is too easy to get jealous.

She just compared Mr. Xia with Kovis and indirectly praised Kovis a few words, and Mr. Xia's emotional reaction was so big.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingtong casually praised Kovis a few words when talking to the middle-aged housekeeper, saying that Kovis is more handsome than Xia Feng and stronger.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xia suddenly looked up, staring at her with his black pupils, and there was an undercurrent of emotion in his eyes.

Is he really jealous? Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes and smiled. She was about to say something, but she heard Xia Feng chuckle first and sent a voice message:

"Ms. Mu, you don't need to test me. I just have a simple possessive desire."

As he said that, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed the slightly opened red lips hard. His black pupils were calm, and he sent a teasing voice message, "Tsk, you don't think I was jealous just now? So you let me knead you?"

Mu Qingtong: "."

Mistakenly understood? Am I overthinking?

"!!!" The man in front of her had very deep black pupils, and it was unclear what kind of emotions were hidden in them. Mu Qingtong was almost suffocated by the kiss. She just felt that today was

really a dark and humiliating day!

The battle to train Mr. Xia was defeated!

"Ms. Mu?" The middle-aged housekeeper frowned and shouted. He thought this woman was very strange. She always stopped talking halfway.