I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 598 - 598: 566. You don't mind, right?

The middle-aged man gave a brief introduction of the teleportation details, and Xia Feng and his three companions stood at the center of the clearing.

Feng Nuoyi's pale, delicate face suddenly began to show threads and strands of red lines spreading from her neck, resembling the orderly markings on a circuit board, extending all the way to the corners of her eyes, converging at the center of her eyebrows.

The little girl's long hair began to dance without any wind.

"Sir, the transfer point for Zone 15 is located 10,000 meters under the sea near Litian City in the 'Taichin Sea.' Laboratory 7 is also nearby the transfer point. You should be able to find it within a day at most by following the map index."

Feng Jianyi warned in a sober voice, "Moreover, the water pressure at 10,000 meters under the sea is hard to withstand, even for the Venerable, so please take some preventative measures in advance."

Xia Feng nodded, closed his eyes, and was embraced in the middle by the three women.

"Goodbye, Jerk Big Brother..." amidst the little girl's crisp farewell, the four of them felt a strange force acting upon them.

They didn't resist, instead, they relaxed their minds. Under the influence of this mysterious force, Xia Feng felt himself to be like a deflated tire, his spirit went hazy for a moment, and his soul felt a faint prickling pain.

But the discomfort soon subsided, only to be followed by what seemed like thousands of tons of weight pressing down on them, causing their bones to let out faint cracking sounds.

Xia Feng opened his eyes, and the scenery around him had already changed to the desolate world of the ocean depths, a silent flow of water and endless darkness.

Submerged underwater, it was as if the firmament pressed upon him, his bones making unpleasant creaking noises of wear and tear. Xia Feng tried to release his Spiritual Pressure outward, forming a thin layer of Spiritual Flow around his body, which eased the natural might threatening to burst his physique.

"Using Spiritual Pressure to counteract the water pressure requires a constant consumption of Spiritual Particles, you won't be able to hold out for long."

The woman in the green dress extended her hand, which shone with drifting Spiritual Light, and glided through the water in front of her. Suddenly, points of green Spiritual Light scattered like fireflies, lighting up the surrounding gloom.

Under the light, Cha Naixue noticed Xia Feng's somewhat pale face and the sweat beading his brow, puzzled, "Little Feng, are you okay?"

Xia Feng's breathing became increasingly rapid, his brows furrowed. He didn't know what was wrong with him; he had thought it was due to the discomfort caused by the underwater pressure.

But even after using Spiritual Pressure to relieve it, the abnormalities in his body did not lessen; instead, they seemed to intensify, and even... a mysterious fear emerged.

Mu Qingtong floated behind Xia Feng, also looking puzzled as she glanced at him. Xia Feng's face was pale, his pupils gradually losing focus.

She reached out and touched Mr. Xia's forehead, feeling a chill.

Jiang Qiue also quickly reached out to check his breath. His breathing was normal, and with her ethereal, beautiful eyes, she wondered, "Could it be a fear of the deep sea?"

Cha Naixue shook her head, "It doesn't seem like it. Besides, Little Feng has never had that symptom in the Eternal Flow Sea, right?"

Mu Qingtong knit her brows and with a thought, invaded Xia Feng's mind with her spirit.

Feeling a pain stabbing his soul, Xia Feng suddenly snapped back to consciousness. Without hesitation, he summoned the Holy Knight, turning it into the shape of a Capsule Ship and enveloped the three women and himself within.

Inside the isolation of the Holy Knight, Xia Feng finally felt a bit better, his wildly racing heart rate returned to normal, but his body was still cold.

"Are you okay?" Miss Mu's gentle, soothing voice followed in his ears.

Xia Feng exhaled and shook his head, "It's nothing serious, just an aftereffect."

Specifically, it was an aftereffect brought on by the Evil Demon Heart.

It seemed that the Evil Demon Heart felt an inexplicable fear of the deep-sea environment. The moment it entered this environment, his heart rate soared just as it had when Xia Feng first saw Evil Dragon Miss.

"Are you sure you're alright?" asked Jiang Qiue in a soft, uncertain voice. Holding Xia Feng's hand, she could clearly feel his body temperature, which was chilling and subtly shivering.

Reminded by Jiang Qiue, Xia Feng indeed felt very cold. He shrunk his neck and shook his head.

His consciousness also became somewhat muddled.

He subconsciously raised his hand to tighten his grip around the slender waist of the woman on him, the soft warmth and the pressure of her curves transmitted heat, which only then gave him some satisfaction.

Cha Naixue quietly looked down at the young man pinned beneath her, her beautiful eyes lingered on his protruding Adam's apple, then slid across his thin lips and nose bridge, continuing upward...

And behind the young man's face, she met the gaze of that cold, small face.

The black-dressed woman's pale golden eyes stared at her quietly.

Cha Naixue's purple pupils slightly paused, and she pursed her lips to avoid Mu Qingtong's chilly gaze.

But just then, Xia Feng, who was embracing her waist, tightened his hold once more, and she, who was about to move backward, was forced down again.

The two buns atop her head were now flattened into snow pancakes.

Strands of lazy hair fell upon the lips and cheeks of Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong, as Cha Naixue's previously petrified beautiful purple eyes gently widened.

One was a childhood friend who treated her coldly, the other her nominal master now, the one loved by her childhood friend.

She looked down at the man and woman below her, her emotions surging inexplicably.

It was as if a taut string was trembling in her mind, which was her rationality, diving into the abyss of the sea floor.

The long-suppressed thoughts in her heart could not be contained at this moment either. A strange fire ignited deep within Cha Naixue's purple pupils, and her previously timid gaze turned firm and calm, locking eyes with the beautiful golden pupils of the woman below her.

She spoke in a soft and gentle voice, her eyes innocent:

"Master, given the special situation, I'm pressing down on your fiancé like this, you won't mind, right?"

Jiang Qiue looked at Cha Naixue somewhat surprised. This timid Holy Daughter, how did she become so bold?

"Cha Naixue, do you have a death wish?"

The cool and aloof voice echoed in the narrow capsule ship, brushing past Xia Feng's ear, piercing into his soul.

Xia Feng suddenly jolted awake, regained clarity from drowsiness, and then felt Cha Naixue's voluptuous cloud-like curves pressing down on him, searing against his chest, soothing his spirit.

Soon, those beautiful starry purple eyes met his black ones. Under Xia Feng's puzzled gaze, Cha Naixue's eye corners curved gently, her delicate and soft voice cooed, and she bit her lip like a kitten softly calling: "Little Feng, Sister Nai Xue will keep you warm."

With that, she lowered her head, poised to press her red lips down.

"Slap—" The sound of a slap was crisp. Cha Naixue tilted her head, her pure and lovely face showing a bright red handprint, her purple eyes suddenly becoming fixed.

Mu Qingtong calmly withdrew her hand, her voice light, "Are you awake now?"

Cha Naixue's stiff facial expression gradually returned to normal, and she nodded without emotion: "I'm awake."

"It seems you are not fully awake yet."

Mu Qingtong apparently had no intention of letting off the rebel so easily. With a mere thought, she directly activated the Guardian Slave Mark.

Instantly, Cha Naixue's whole body trembled, her purple eyes wide, rolling white as she choked and fainted.

Yet no sooner had she fainted than she was forcibly awakened by Mu Qingtong's spiritual intrusion, suffering suffocation with eyes rolling back, legs trembling as she fainted again.

This repeated four or five times, and only after Cha Naixue, on the verge of a breakdown, wet herself and began to cry out in fear with a weeping tone, "I'm really awake now, Master," did the punishment finally cease.

Xia Feng lay supine in Miss Mu's arms, witnessing everything that happened on top of him, not daring to move an inch, with only his face stiff and eyes half-closed, feigning death.

It was too terrifying, Miss Mu was truly too terrifying.