I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 417 417. Woman in star skirt and skull

Mu Qingtong's golden eyes raised slightly.

Between Naraku.

Indeed, we can use Chana Xue's spiritual weapon to see indirectly. If we can see Mr. Xia in the future, it naturally means that Mr. Xia will be resurrected.

Seeing that the woman in the black dress finally gained interest and looked at her, Cha Naixue leaned back on the sofa and said softly, "Mu Qingtong, we can have a good chat now."

If it weren't for Mu Qingtong's relationship with the Tao Organization, it would have been impossible for Chanaxue to have a nice conversation with this daughter of a little nobleman here.

After all, although Mu Qingtong was registered in the Holy Ministry as a first-level spiritual master, she clearly knew that Mu Qingtong had acquired second-level strength with the help of the Tao Organization.

Mu Qingtong hid his strength from the outside world.

But that's about it.

A mere second-level spiritual master, if she had the intention to kidnap and torture her to extract a confession, this daughter of a small noble would not be able to bear it.

"Buzz——"

But at this moment, the formation outlined with black and white lines under the sofa suddenly unfolded, and countless black and white lines were like snake-shaped living creatures rising into the air.

Chanaxue's pretty little face froze slightly, but before she could react, these black and white lines had already wrapped around her body. The tight lines perfectly outlined the curves of her graceful body, making her snow skirt sunken.

Only then did Chanaxue realize that this building was actually a relic of the gods!

Entering the Bronze Building required her to declare her spiritual pressure, and she was quickly restrained by a lock.

It has to be said that Chanaxue found that not only did her calculations on Xia Feng always make mistakes, but her calculations on Mu Qingtong would also occasionally make mistakes.

This woman, Mu Qingtong, actually dared to attack her so brazenly, not afraid of her identity as the Black Moon Saint.

The woman in the snow skirt squirmed on the sofa in a humiliating posture, but Zi Tong remained calm. She looked up and said coldly, "Mu Qingtong, are you crazy?"

The woman in black skirt closed the book on her lap, stood up and walked slowly to the sofa.

Cha Naixue finally sat up. The woman in the black dress clamped her delicate chin with her thin hands. Under her increasingly angry purple eyes, the woman's golden eyes were condescending and said softly: "Cha Naixue, before Mr. Xia is resurrected, you need to There’s a new owner.”

Chanaxue was stunned: "?"

——New, new owner? !

"Use the slave contract and accept me as your master. I'll give you thirty seconds to think about it," Mu Qingtong said warmly, as if talking about ordinary things, "otherwise, I will have to let you die."

Chana Xue's purple pupils shrank slightly: "?!!"

She could feel that this woman was serious!

Chanaxue was completely convinced, she gritted her teeth and said with a cold expression, "Give me a reason."

"You know too many secrets about Mr. Xia." Mu Qingtong said concisely. Before Mr. Xia is resurrected, he must help Mr. Xia eliminate all hidden dangers, such as this uncontrollable Black Moon Saint.

"You mean I will betray?" Chanaxue was incredulous.

"nature."

Chana Xue's eyelids twitched in anger, she took a deep breath and stared coldly at the woman in the black dress, "If I knew how to betray, would I come to you?!"

"Because you foolishly think that I am not too dangerous to you."

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"You have five seconds to think about it."

Mu Qingtong clamped her delicate jaw of the woman in the snow skirt, glanced at the clock casually, and started counting down.

"!!!" The chill of death came, and Cha Naixue's beautiful purple eyes flashed with anger and annoyance. This daughter of a little nobleman really didn't know what to say!

In fact, Chana Yuki actually had a trump card to resist, but then she thought about it.

She decided to try her luck again! First, she must succumb to this woman. One day in the future, she will not only stand up and become Xia Feng's master, but also severely humiliate this surnamed Mu.

Yes, she decided to remain a slave girl! After all, she has become the slave girl of her childhood sweetheart, so it is not unacceptable to become the slave girl of her childhood sweetheart's fiancée.

After all, sooner or later she will be able to turn over and become the master.

"2——1——It seems you don't agree." The woman's warm voice fell, and Chanaxue's face was stiff and expressionless.

"I agree!"

The slave-keeping contract was in effect again.

Countless crimson runes floated all over the body of the woman in the snow skirt, like thousands of birds returning to their nests, all converging on her waist, forming a dark red mark of heart wings on the graceful lower back, which disappeared quietly.

Chanaxue felt the mark on the back of her waist, and her expression was not pretty.

But whatever, luckily it wasn't planted on her belly, Xia Feng's mark was planted on her belly, which was very wrong.

Patting the top of Cha Naixue's somewhat messy hair, Mu Qingtong sat elegantly on the sofa again, her long legs under the black skirt gently crossing each other, and she said softly and gently: "Okay, let's start your prophecy."

Mu Qingtong's actions were extremely insulting. Chanaxue secretly clenched her fists. After recording every humiliation the other party had brought to her, she took a deep breath and her pupils suddenly bulged.

The lavender pupils collapsed into countless purple auras that filled her eye sockets, just like after the Big Bang, countless stars quickly gathered and flowed in the two eye sockets, and her entire personality became ethereal and divine.

The more important the predicted future is, the more faith points are needed. She has accumulated a lot of faith points now, which should be enough to see the picture she wants.

At the same time, a picture came into her mind——

The world is like an oil painting. The picture is completely dark, with only a stardust-like bright light shining in the center. If you look closely, you can see that it is a woman in a star skirt outlined by oil paint. The woman is holding an incomplete skull in her hand. The golden light overflowed under the slightly closed eyes.

Those rays of light were like sharp swords, piercing Chanaixue's eyes.

"Pfft—" Blood spilled from the corners of her lips, and her body went limp.

Countless stars condensed into purple pupils again, and Cha Naxue raised her beautiful eyes, her right eye closed again, and a scarlet blood line slid down her cheek.

Mu Qingtong frowned: "What?"

Cha Naxue's face turned pale, and she quickly drew the picture she saw.

Mu Qingtong stared at the painting, staring at the skull in the arms of the woman in the star skirt, and became more and more confused.

The woman in the star skirt can be basically confirmed to be the so-called Dragon God.

But what does this picture mean? It doesn't seem to indicate that Mr. Xia will be resurrected, but it seems that the Dragon God will come to her and snatch Mr. Xia's head from her hand?

"What do you think? What does this mean?" Cha Naxue asked nervously.

She could feel that Xia Feng and many things related to Xia Feng were too high-ranking, and this unclear oil painting was the limit of the prophecy she could see.

Mu Qingtong put away the oil painting, stood up and said, "Okay, you can go."

Cha Naxue: "???"

"Mu Qingtong, don't go too far." Cha Naxue frowned, "I have the right to know the truth--"

Her unhappy words paused, because the faint current under her waist and hips had begun to spread. She pressed her legs together, glared at the woman in the black dress with a little annoyance, turned around and walked away quickly.

Came with a belly full of doubts, and left with a belly full of doubts and shame marks. Cha Naxue felt that she and Mu Qingtong were born to clash.

It seemed that since she introduced Xiaofeng to Mu Qingtong as her fiancé, nothing good had happened.

After Cha Naxue left, the woman in the black dress stood quietly in front of the French window for a while, overlooking the countless people under the clouds.

The lights were on, and the night was fading.

At the same time, no one in the present world or the evil world knew that in a mysterious place called "Evil River", a ball of light like a fetus had been completed and was about to break out of the cocoon.