I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 661 661. Danger

"Echuan?"

Xia Feng quickly calmed down and shook his head without changing his expression, "Cha Naxue and the others are expected to come back, let's talk about it later."

Later? Mu Qingtong couldn't help but frown. She could see that Mr. Xia was looking for an excuse to implicitly reject her request.

This is quite normal.

After all, memory is everyone's greatest privacy. It is also human nature that Mr. Xia doesn't want his memory to be read by others at will.

But the abnormal point is that Mr. Xia's attitude is problematic!

When she asked to check her memory further, Mr. Xia's annoying personality should have rejected and ridiculed her directly, or arrogantly proposed some trading conditions.

But Mr. Xia didn't do this, but very politely found an excuse to reject her request that violated her privacy.

Something is wrong.

Of course, the most important point is that she vaguely sensed a trace of fear and panic from Mr. Xia's fleeting expression.

"What are you afraid of?" The silver-haired woman thought.

"." No, you can detect this? ! Xia Feng's scalp numbed, and he chuckled in doubt and sarcasm, "What are you afraid of? Miss Mu, what nonsense are you talking about again--"

Mu Qingtong looked at Xia Feng with a faint smile, raised his hand, and with a crisp snap of his fingers, ripples spread a hundred meters away, and the image of the laboratory that was paused in the right front began to change.

"Mr. Xia, let me see what you are afraid of." The silver-haired woman said calmly.

"Don't--" Mu Qingtong relied on her powerful mental power to forcibly control the sea of ​​memory. Xia Feng had just uttered half a word when the voice was stuck in his throat, and his black pupils shrank slightly.

The light and shadow changed, and a new holographic light and shadow appeared next to the laboratory image. It was a capsule ship, and a man and a woman embraced each other in the darkness.

The woman was wearing a sacred star skirt, and her long tail covered with thick white scales hung out of the skirt, and the tail tip circled around the ankles, calves, and thighs of the man under her.

The woman was now pressing down on the man. Her tall nose and majestic vertical pupils formed a perfect and enchanting upper face outline.

Mu Qingtong easily recognized the other party's identity, the Dragon God Emperor Si, Mr. Xia's ridiculous Lord.

The man who was suppressed by Emperor Si and locked his wrists above his head was none other than Mr. Xia!

"Mr. Xia, I like you."

Another confession sounded, and the scene in the laboratory began to replay.

At the same time, under the flashing eyebrows of Emperor Si's dark gold cross sword, the majestic vertical pupils shrank directly into silver needles, and the needle tips were sharp and emitting cold light.

She had a stern face and suddenly slammed her lips, blocking all the words that Mr. Xia had just opened his thin lips.

"!!!!!!!!!"

The scene of Mr. Xia being kissed by the evil dragon pierced into his eyes like a nuclear explosion. Mu Qingtong's originally calm expression suddenly froze, her golden pupils expanded, and her brows knitted tightly.

"Mr. Xia"

"I like you."

She was still whispering in the laboratory.

Xia Feng, who was sitting on the sofa, was completely heartbroken. His eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he looked at the silver-haired woman on his thighs expressionlessly.

The silver-haired woman's expression didn't change much, but for some reason, Xia Feng felt that this beautiful and quiet little face was inexplicably gloomy and terrifying.

"Miss Mu," he said tentatively.

The silver-haired woman glanced down at him, her golden eyes were dull, and then she slowly raised her eyes and continued to stare at the memory image.

She saw with her own eyes that the evil dragon Emperor Si's attack became more and more fierce. Mr. Xia raised his hand to break free at first, but it was in vain, so he began to accept and even cater to the evil dragon.

How dirty and incompetent, Mr. Xia.

"My believer, what did the witch say?"

The evil dragon finally gave up playing with him, raised his head and spoke majestically. The vertical pupils in the corners of his eyes that outlined the white crystal dragon scales were calm and clear, and there was no evil desire at all.

Inconsistent.

"The witch said she likes me." Xia Feng smiled.

"Then do you like witches?"

"Me?"

Xia Feng was stunned, "Lord Dragon God, if I say I like witches, will you be angry?"

". What do you think?"

"I like witches." Xia Feng raised his chin and said loudly.

"!!!" The majestic vertical pupils of the evil dragon stagnated slightly.

Mu Qingtong, who was watching coldly, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Although she didn't know why these two shameless guys called her a "witch", it was not the time to think about these things now.

But

Mr. Xia admitted that he - likes me? Mu Qingtong lowered her eyes and looked down at Xia Feng under her again.

"What are you looking at? Didn't I say it? This is a kind of love." Xia Feng sneered on the surface, secretly jumped in his heart, and hurriedly explained.

In fact, Xia Feng himself forgot that he had said this confession-like words. Now thinking back, he should have said it deliberately to tease Miss Xielong.

He didn't expect that it almost became the fault of his defeat.

Fortunately, the ambiguous words of "I like you" have lost their original power under the influence of "Tongqing".

After the shock, Xia Feng regained his composure and fearlessness.

However -

When he saw the memory image replaying, Miss Mu once again watched this memory with a dark look in her eyes.

His heart turned cold again.

He always felt that the temperature around him was slowly dropping, and the sofa seemed to be frost-covered.

"Mr. Xia, I like you."

In the whispers, the unbearable scene of him being kissed by Miss Xielong was constantly replayed.

Mu Qingtong watched quietly, indifferent.

This made Xia Feng murmur, and he mustered up his courage and pretended to be calm, "Miss Mu, you don't have any special hobbies, do you?"

"Shut up." The woman said lightly.

"." Xia Feng knew when to provoke and when not to.

Now it is obviously better not to touch the beard of this tigress, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable.

"I have to say, Mr. Xia, you really made me feel unprecedented humiliation."

The shame burned her heart, and her rational thinking had already collapsed in this ups and downs of emotions, falling into the dark abyss of her heart. The silver-haired witch's cold and beautiful eyes were unusually peaceful at this moment, like a valley in the twilight, with no birds in the mountains.

She really never thought about it this way - humiliating, humiliating, whipping, torturing, and ravaging a person! !

Feeling the increasingly wrong golden eyes above, Xia Feng's hair stood on end, and he was alert in his heart.

"So Mr. Xia, can I tear your stinky mouth apart?"

"No, it's not good." Xia Feng smiled stiffly.

"Then can you let your tail out?"

"Tail?" Xia Feng was stunned.

"I think the evil dragon seems to want to have sex with your tail." Mu Qingtong's face was calm and she said quietly.

After observing many times just now, she saw the movement of the evil dragon's tail clearly. It always moved along Mr. Xia's thigh from time to time, and then Mr. Xia pressed it back with his hand.

Mr. Xia would never agree.