I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 588 - 588: 556. Outside the door

"Relax, the Apocalypse Knight Order is taking over, aren't they? You guys from the Holy Department shouldn't have to deal with the upcoming pursuit operation."

A young male voice responded, "I just don't know who 'Q' actually is. Lord Yeli Dong is so relentless about this that he's even willing to summon the Apocalypse Knights."

Listening to the conversation outside the door, Xia Feng paused and listened intently.

Jiang Qiue tilted her head. Xia Feng's sturdy chest was pressing against hers, his hot breath beating on the side of her neck, and she felt inexplicably warm and restless, her cool brows slightly furrowing.

"To tell the truth, we've been searching for so long and we haven't found any trace of Feng Jianyi. Maybe that rat has already run away. It's a waste of effort for the Apocalypse Knight Order to completely seal off the star iron now."

Star iron has been sealed? Hearing this, Jiang Qiue's brows furrowed even tighter. Just as she thought to listen more closely to the conversation outside, her breath suddenly stopped short.

Her swan-like graceful neck instinctively leaned back, her sexy collarbone looking like a bright new moon.

"By the way, do you know which 'Apocalypse' is leading the team this time?" The young male voice wondered.

"It should be Apocalypse Knight Jing Jiu," explained the dull male voice. "Among the twelve Apocalypse Knights, it seems that only this lord and Yin Shi have been very active in recent years; the whereabouts of the others are unknown."

The Apocalypse Knight Order has supreme enforcement authority and the right to kill with impunity over all official institutions. Xia Feng didn't know much about this organization; he had only indirectly come into contact with Yin Shi.

It was Yin Shi who, in order to erase all knowledge of the truth about White Emperor City, had started hunting him from there all the way to East Victory Fortress.

Although he had never directly confronted Yin Shi, Xia Feng knew he was very strong and difficult to deal with.

Jing Jiu, also an Apocalypse Knight, was probably no easy target either.

As he pondered, Xia Feng noticed the woman's breathing above him becoming more rapid.

Xia Feng let go of the woman's wrist and extended his arm to encircle the slender waist outlined by her blue dress.

Jiang Qiue's abdomen leaned forward under the pressure of his arm. She looked down at the man,

Her lips pursed lightly, she stared blankly at the short, choppy black hair in front of her. However, the shaking black hair suddenly raised her little face, dark pupils looking at her quizzically,

"Are you excited now?"

"..." Jiang Qiue was stunned for a moment, then replied in a cold, clear voice, "Excited? I'm not."

"Not?" Xia Feng glanced at the ground.

His expressionless face looked up again, and the corners of his lips revealed a mocking smirk, "Jiang Qiue, I'm really curious, what on earth do you think about all day long?"

"…!" Jiang Qiue furrowed her brows, her long legs tightly closed beneath her dress; she spoke in a calm, deep voice, "The curse has been alleviated, hasn't it? Then let's go out."

With that, her delicate hand reached to pull up her neckline and re-button the cool blue flower knot over her full chest.

But the next moment, Xia Feng forcefully pulled open the knot and yanked it downward.

"You—"

"..."

Jiang Qiue felt her body becoming increasingly hot and agitated; her beautiful eyes slightly squinted as her delicate hand firmly covered her mouth, while outside the two men who talked too much continued their conversation.

"Wait—news just came in from above! It says that Feng Jianyi is very likely right here in one of the hundred carriages we're patrolling."

"A hundred? That's as good as saying nothing," the young man clicked his tongue in exasperation.

"Hey, that's true... Let the Apocalypse Knight Order handle the search; we'll just keep slacking off."

The dull male voice seemed to belong to a middle-aged man. His voice was hoarse, and with a sigh, he added, "But I have to say, younger brother, I wish I had chosen to join the Black Moon Church like you did. I might have a good standing in the Holy Department, but it's just too exhausting. Being a Spirit Master is indeed quite suffocating."

"Heh, why don't you leave the Holy Department, Brother Qin?" The young man offered a faint smile. "Embrace the arms of the great Goddess; you might even get to meet Saintess Qiu E."

Hearing her own name suddenly mentioned outside, Jiang Qiue's heart skipped a beat, and she jerked her head back subconsciously, frowning and covering her mouth tightly, trying her best not to make any noise that would give Xia Feng the scoundrel an opportunity to ridicule her.

"Saintess Qiu E..." The middle-aged man seemed somewhat intrigued and asked curiously, "Younger brother, from the sound of it, have you seen this Holy Daughter?"

"Heh~ naturally," the young man's tone became noticeably more fervent as he spoke about the subject with detached confidence, "About five years ago, Saintess Qiu E briefly stayed at the Church Court branch in district 26. So, we believers who had just joined the Church that year were lucky—the first sermon we attended was led by Saintess Qiu E herself."

As he spoke, his excitement grew. "Brother Qin, you wouldn't believe it, but Saintess Qiue is way more beautiful in reality than in photos. She's just like a fairy, with a voice that's so crisp and cool, very pleasant to hear..."

"Hmph~" a crisp yet soft voice couldn't help but spill out beside Xia Feng's ear. He looked up, and those ethereal, beautiful eyes gazed down at him with a glimpse of annoyance. The delicate hand covering the lower part of her face loosened and suddenly pressed against his black hair.

Jiang Qiue's reaction caught Xia Feng off guard as he lifted his head, and she promptly pushed it back down.

With one hand covering her mouth and the other pressing on Xia Feng's black hair, the nape of Jiang Qiue's swan-like neck broke out in cold shivers and goosebumps.

When will these two outside... just leave!

"Like a fairy? Is that for real?"

The middle-aged man felt the youngster was perhaps viewing things through rose-tinted glasses. "Every sermon of the Black Moon Church attracts at least ten thousand people, right? Saintess Qiue stands so far away on the elevated stage; can you really see her clearly?"

The young man became defensive upon hearing the skepticism about his Goddess. "How could I not see clearly? Even though I was just a Second Order Spirit Master back then, my eyesight was more than sufficient. And I'm not ashamed to tell you—Saintess Qiue even spoke to me."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man felt a tinge of envy for the other's experience and curiously asked, "What did she say?"

"Cough... When she was reading the list of qualified believers, Saintess Qiue called out my name—An Zaibei!"

The middle-aged man: "....."

As the confident and proud words of the young man outside entered her ears, Jiang Qiue became increasingly uncomfortable and sensitive. She frowned, no longer covering her mouth, and her hands instinctively wrapped around Xia Feng's black hair.

Her eyelashes fluttered, casting shifting shadows over her eyes. Her normally unsmiling, fairy-like, cool and pretty face reddened with a sickly blush.

Xia Feng was naturally aware of Jiang Qiue's odd behavior. It seemed that the conversation of the two outside was provoking this little green-haired vixen. Her delicate face leaned against his black hair with slightly parted, moist red lips pressing against the upper shell of his ear, breathing lightly.

This woman... even Xia Feng was starting to feel overwhelmed as he cursed in a cold voice in the dark: "Saucy vixen."

Jiang Qiue's eyes, which were slightly averted, suddenly widened, staring. The belittling and insulting words rose from deep within her heart, striking a nerve as if the words of Law exposed her true identity that she had been masquerading these past days.

Her breathing became even more erratic, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she held onto Xia Feng's black hair even tighter, refusing to let go.

No matter how many times Xia Feng insulted her as a saucy vixen...