I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 648 - 648: 616. Props

During his contemplation, Lord Yeli Dong glanced towards the three individuals not far away.

Freya's wine-red fishtail evening gown was both noble and elegant, catching the eye immediately.

Lord Yeli Dong smiled lightly, "Little Ya, as expected, this dress suits you very well."

Freya's face remained calm, her red phoenix eyes cool, "After the birthday banquet ends, quickly deal with that Evil Cultist Xia Feng. Tomorrow, I plan to report to the first major district and I don't want to encounter any accidents on the way."

"Of course, dealing with that Evil Cultist is not a difficult task."

Lord Yeli Dong nodded with a smile, then shifted his gaze to Xia Feng, who stood respectfully behind Freya, and said softly,

"Before the birthday banquet ends, I hope to see the Gardenia Garden's four-season system functioning again. Can you achieve that?"

Xia Feng respectfully bowed his head, his right hand pressed against his abdomen as he slightly bent forward in a bow, "Mr. Dongjun, rest assured."

His current identity was that of an officer in the Yama Army and son-in-law of the Ye Li Royal Family, having met Lord Lidong on several occasions.

He possessed the "N-level Spiritual Artifact: Farmer God's Hand"

As long as there is enough spiritual quantity, he could induce seasonal changes within a regional scope, and simultaneously cause the area's flowers to mutate and evolve into various beautiful forms and pleasant, unique fragrances.

However, it only worked on ordinary flowers and could not be applied to spiritual materials.

Yet, its practicality in everyday life was actually quite high.

The Gardenia Garden of Lord Lidong was a masterpiece from the Farmer God's Hand.

According to the plan, Sword Heart had intentionally sabotaged the four-season system of the Gardenia Garden, thereby providing a reason for Xia Feng to enter under a false identity.

"Many distinguished guests have arrived tonight, Lei Ya, let's go," said the young man in the wheelchair with a smile.

"The banquet hasn't started yet."

Freya slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the starry night sky, her voice soft, "You go ahead, I'll come when it's time."

Seeing this, Lord Lidong did not say anything further. He knew Little Ya disliked such aristocratic social events and was accustomed to her distant and aloof demeanor.

He wasn't upset, however, as he knew that after tonight, when things became irrevocable, Freya would truly feel his love.

"Then take some time to rest," said Lord Lidong gently and caringly, before leaving under the push of Sword Heart's wheelchair.

Xia Feng respectfully bowed his head, stepping aside.

Only when the wheelchair glided past the tall gates did he look up. Sword Heart turned back, his phoenix eyes quietly staring at him while he slowly closed the silver double doors.

Xia Feng activated the Eye of Decompilation, continuing to watch as Sword Heart pushed the wheelchair deep into the darkness of the corridor.

"Click—click—"

The sharp sound of high heels echoed on the ground, Xia Feng turned.

Freya stepped onto the pebble path leading towards the depths of the garden and said softly,

"Follow."

Xia Feng, puzzled, silently followed.

The wine-red fishtail gown accentuated her figure, tightly wrapping Ms. Fu's snake-like waist, and below, her full and round buttocks were voluptuous...

"Click—" The high heels abruptly stopped.

Xia Feng discreetly averted his gaze.

The sharp high heels then resumed stepping forward.

Her steps were elegant, the side-slit fishtail skirt trailing over the pebble path, the wine-red fabric framing her long, fair legs that occasionally peeked through.

One has to say, the Gardenia Garden was quite large.

Walking for a long time, parting the foliage, the scene suddenly opened up.

It looked like a luxurious living room embedded within a forest of flowers.

There were classical European sofas, coffee tables, floor mirrors, and an inset fireplace that burned eerily quietly.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window stood a semicircular platform topped with a deep, majestic high-backed chair.

It looked like a throne.

Xia Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, passed by the throne, and looked down to see the bustling banquet hall below, where Sword Heart was pushing Lord Yeli Dong into the hall.

Everyone around bowed respectfully.

Xia Feng shifted his gaze and turned back to Freya.

Ms. Fu had already elegantly seated herself on the sofa, her legs crossed beneath her split red dress, arms crossed, and brows furrowed as she stared at Xia Feng.

Xia Feng blinked, "Teacher, why are you looking at me like this? Do I have something on my face?"

"Change back to your original look, this disguised appearance is awkward to see," Freya said, pressing her lips together.

"Oh, alright then." Xia Feng released his disguise and returned to his original form.

However, the atmosphere sank into a brief, silent stillness.

Xia Feng stood not far from the sofa, silently locking eyes with Freya's cold, glamorous red pupils.

"Teacher, next..."

Just as Xia Feng began to speak, Freya pulled out a photo and slid it across the coffee table, "According to the plan formulated by Lord Yeli Dong's Inner Self, when he returns, he'll need to see a scene like this."

Xia Feng glanced at it.

It looked like a scene cut from an unspeakable anime, where the female lead sat on the male lead's lap with her gown split open, the couch and floor covered in crystal and turbidity.

But the female lead was still wrapped in a comforter, only showing her duck-sitting style legs.

Freya took out two test tubes filled with crystal and turbidity, placing them on the coffee table, "These are props for the performance."

Xia Feng glanced at them, rubbing his chin, "Will he believe this?"

"If he doesn't dig into the details, at least at first glance, he should believe it," Freya said calmly.

"Um..."

Xia Feng hummed softly, the silence deepening again.

The two fell back into their peculiar stare-off.

Xia Feng blinked and pondered, "I don't know when he'll come back. Freya, should we prepare in advance?"

"?" The woman in the burgundy fishtail dress raised an eyebrow, displeased, "Show some respect, call me teacher!"

"Alright, Teacher," Xia Feng said, stepping forward.

Immediately, Freya's heart tightened, her cold, glamorous face remained unchanged, and she pursed her lips without a word.

Xia Feng sat down next to Freya and then patted his thigh seriously, "Teacher, please sit here."

"....." Freya stared at Xia Feng's earnest expression, appearing as a pure-hearted gentleman with innocent dark pupils...

She, too, being a teacher, stood up without changing her expression, bent over, casually ripping open the side slit of her dress to the bend of her leg, tearing it up to her thigh.

As she bent over, the full and round curve of her buttocks in red fabric tightened and stuck completely, drawing noticeable attention, right in front of Xia Feng.

Xia Feng didn't avert his gaze, just silently stared.

After Freya finished tearing the slit, she turned around, her beautiful eyes looming over her student, her burgundy hair high up with a black crystal hairpin, her cold demeanor still dignified and graceful.

Xia Feng looked up, admiring the woman's attire closely, "Ms. Fu, this outfit, it indeed feels different from when you wear your martial arts uniform."

"What, do you think it looks prettier today?"

"Not at all," Xia Feng shook his head, speaking earnestly, "Ms. Fu, you were pretty before, but today's attire highlights your intellectual and elegant demeanor even more."

Freya knelt on the sofa, her long legs straddling Xia Feng's thigh as a divide, her delicate hands pressing on Xia Feng's shoulders, she frowned from her higher position.

"....At such a young age, all slick talk!"