I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 666 - 666: 634. Answer me, my lord!

Freya shivered involuntarily, puzzled by what it was, when Xia Feng's right hand suddenly rose again, roughly lifting her delicate chin.

A soft laugh, layered with male and female voices, echoed in her ears, carrying a sense of aloofness and chill, "Heh~ The feel is quite good, just a bit droopy."

"?!!" Freya felt that Xia Feng seemed unfamiliar at this moment, and out of nowhere flashed the image of Mu's gentle and handsome face, along with those calm golden eyes she disliked.

Xia Feng was somewhat helpless; although he had control over the body, most of his immense spiritual power originated from Mu Qingtong, which allowed Mu Qingtong to briefly seize control.

He quickly regained control of the body, slightly easing the grip on Ms. Fu's chin, while glancing at the distant wheelchair youth whose indifferent expression was gradually darkening.

"Lord Yeli Dong, you certainly can choose not to believe my identity."

Xia Feng's dark eyes remained calm, "But you might as well guess, back in the Gardenia Garden, whether Ms. Fu and I were just pretending or not?"

Lord Yeli Dong was taken aback, pretending or real?

Pretending or real!!

Those four words instantly flashed through his mind, scenes from the past two hours rapidly rewinding like a fast-forward slider in his memory.

Indeed, whether the person before him was Xia Feng wasn't important.

What mattered was whether it was pretending or real!

The other party had no reason to deceive him about the identity.

If the person before him indeed wasn't lying, truly Xia Feng, that insect.

Then, when Xia Feng replaced the puppet and acted with Freya, he couldn't believe this insignificant pest could resist desire and not touch Freya.

Like rubbing...without entering?

Chaotic, tangled thoughts instantly flooded Lord Yeli Dong's mind, and with them flooded in the image of Xia Feng sitting slouched with legs spread on his sofa, a wicked smile on his lips, holding his wife's waist.

The cold emotionless pupils of Lord Yeli Dong began to dilate, and in a trance, he again clearly saw Lei Ya perched on Xia Feng's lap in a duck sitting position, her swan-like neck high, wrapped in a dark gray quilt faintly emitting a bewitching moist sound....

That sound was a detail he had overlooked, but at this moment in memory, it was so clear.

"Impossible! This insect, how could Lei Ya behave so wantonly on the body of such a lowly ant!"

His thoughts denied it.

But with wine-red wet hair swaying chaotically, Lei Ya's delicate face was pinched and lifted by Xia Feng, lips twitching silly, tongue sticking out while her beautiful red eyes rolled....

Previously Lord Yeli Dong had just thought Lei Ya was a good actress, but upon closer recollection, realized...even if her acting was good, Lei Ya had never experienced such a thing; how could she imitate it so realistically!

"Crack——" The armrest was crushed by his violently bulging right hand, exotic pupils utterly stained scarlet, and exquisite face spread with peculiar black lines.

Deep within his eye sockets, like an abyss, countless resentful spirits extended pale hands clawing at his eye sockets, causing his gaze to split wide.

"No—wrong! I swear I personally crushed you, this maggot!"

His lips suddenly curled sinisterly, rasping with mocking, even slightly mad, "How could you possibly revive? Especially right under my nose! Revive!! Ah—! Surely deceiving me! Deceiving me haha~~~"

He tilted his head, casting a wicked smile at his trusted female aide, "Sword Heart, you bit Xia Feng there, tell me, wasn't that Xia Feng fake?"

"....." Sword Heart was bewildered, staring intently up ahead at Xia Feng's sinister face, hearing Lord Yeli Dong's abnormal tone, she stiffly turned her head, locking eyes with those eyes boiling with killing intent.

Over.

Sword Heart's eyelid lightly twitched, slowly closing her eyes in vulnerability.

Mr. Dongjun himself hadn't noticed, the two Sealing Love Curses had already collapsed and dissipated the moment he heard the words 'pretending real'.

The Power of Soul Cleansing from the Soul Cleansing Fruit was like trying to stop a car with an arm, covered by the flood-like overwhelming shame.

How did it end up being pretending real?

Which step went wrong? Sword Heart's mind was left with only this doubt; she couldn't help but recall the feeling back then: indeed...it was too real.

But she had never done such a thing before! Completely unable to tell if it was real or fake, thus, neither the tactile sensation felt by her gums nor the gagging and twitching sensation caused by her throat were from prior experience, she could barely....

Under Sword Heart's jet-black straight hair, her phoenix eyes instantly turned gloomy! The temples, along with nerves, pulsed frantically, throat reflexively swallowing, unable to forget the lasting sensation nearly driving her mad, molars clenched with a sharp grating sound.

This bastard....how dared he!! Sword Heart was similarly out of her mind, unable to care about calming Lord Yeli Dong's emotions, she suddenly raised her head fiercely staring at Xia Feng, ice-cold killing intent in her phoenix eyes condensing into reality.

After finishing the provocative words, Xia Feng was leisurely watching the show, but as Sword Heart suddenly looked over, he unexpectedly shuddered.

A mysterious sense of death crisis descended, the back of his neck tingling.

What the hell?

Why does this woman feel more dangerous than Lord Yeli Dong? Xia Feng puzzled, furrowing his brow, was it just an illusion?

He recalled Sword Heart's background and identity.

This woman's real name is Jinyang Xin, she was once a favored daughter of the Jinyang Power Faction, talented in cultivation but not exceptionally so, often teaming up with Lord Yeli Dong and the Mo Group's prodigy Mo Gui to explore various Calamity Realms.

Later, as the Jinyang Family and Yeli family grew closer, Sword Heart was placed in the Lidong Army for training by her family, also befriending Lord Yeli Dong, and soon after countless feats rose rapidly, becoming his trusted aide.

Among Lord Yeli Dong's Six Guards, Sword Heart despite being the most trusted and holding the most power, wasn't the strongest; she remained at the Venerate One Realm for thirty years without further cultivation progress.

"Sword Heart, answer me."

From Lord Yeli Dong's eye sockets crawled countless tiny pale hands like snakes, clutching the edges, his wicked smiling face became more peaceful, his tone gentle, "You licked Xia Feng's [——], what did it feel like? It was a puppet's fake limb feeling, wasn't it?"

"....."

Sword Heart paused for a moment, then expressionlessly nodded, "Yes, it was a fake limb. Sir, don't let that evil cultist's crude lies deceive your emotions."

"Indeed, this ignorant insect thought it could deceive me with such nonsense, laughable." Lord Yeli Dong's lips mocked, lightly sighed shaking his head, yet countless tiny pale hands rapidly crept from his eye sockets covering his face, permeating his neck, of which he was completely unaware.

Sword Heart's fine brows furrowed watching this bizarre scene, finally sighed stepping back helplessly.

She could distinctly sense a riotous celebration of resentful spirits unfolding within Lord Yeli Dong's soul, devouring his Spiritual Base, Spiritual Quality with tens of thousands of resentful spirits.

His soul aura was rapidly disintegrating, dissipating.

Completely incapable of resisting.

Xia Feng and Freya were standing at a distance, quietly observing this scene, awaiting Lord Yeli Dong's final act of madness.

But unexpectedly....still something occurred!

From the center of Lord Yeli Dong's eyebrows suddenly emerged a complex black-golden [Shang] character filled with divine aura.

Xia Feng's dark pupils condensed, suddenly turned his head, only to see outside the Gardenia Garden's floor-to-ceiling window unknowingly appearing amidst the clouds.

The semicircular platform outside the floor-to-ceiling windows emitted a faint golden glow.

At the center of the platform, a high-backed chair exuding a ghostly luxury, faintly revealed the shadow of a man dressed in a black and gold robe.

The man's face was indistinct, only vertical pupils glowed crimson like a dragon.