I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 156 - 139. Mu Qingtong’s Operation to Save Her Husband
Her fiancé had been taken to a den of iniquity, his virtues about to be stripped away.
This was the first time Mu Qingtong had encountered such a situation.
She had given Xia Feng many of her firsts, but this "first" was quite upsetting.
Mr. Xia really was such a worry, hardly any time had passed before he got involved in another incident.
But looking at the surveillance records, it seemed Mr. Xia had willingly followed that old lady....
Who knows what foolishness he was up to this time.
Inside the luxurious bedroom of the villa, a woman in a black dress stood among a messy sprawl of corpses in pools of blood, slowly walking in high heels towards a safe.
"Beep beep beep—"
The index finger of her black-gloved hand quickly pressed a few times, and with a click, the safe popped open.
Inside lay two bright red, glistening Spiritual Meat Fruits, a black and gold card, and a delicate black lace-edged half-fox mask.
She picked up the card and looked at it, its black and gold edging understated yet high-end, and in the center of the pitch-black card was a wreath made from a Green Bone Glass Ring.
In the center of the wreath sparkled the VIP in rose-gold letters.
Mu Qingtong glanced back at the woman who had partially collapsed onto the bed, observing her for a few moments before her own face and body began to change, soon becoming indistinguishable from the beautiful woman.
She picked up the half-fox mask from the safe and put it on, slightly lifting her delicate, pale chin, revealing the poised and elegant demeanor of a noblewoman.
After confirming there were no mistakes, she began to clean up the crime scene.
Honestly, knowing Mr. Xia, this guy usually wouldn’t fight an unprepared battle. Since he dared to go, he was confident he could come out unscathed, so actually, there wasn’t that much to worry about.
But she decided to go check anyway, knowing that the mysterious garden owner wasn’t easy to deal with....
It was rare to encounter Xia Feng, and it would be a real shame if something unexpected happened to such a kindred spirit.
Of course, another important reason was that, after all, Mr. Xia was her fiancé, Mu Qingtong.
While their relationship was purely one of mutual admiration between the strong, they were still going to be husband and wife.
Mu Qingtong wouldn’t allow herself to be cuckolded!
Xia Feng lay on the luxurious bedroom bed, sensing messages from his heart, his heart raced as he abruptly sat up.
[To better infiltrate, Mu Qingtong realized the flaws in the D-level Spiritual Clothes Bronze Mask and, after pondering for a few seconds, rapidly optimized and improved the structure of the Spiritual Particles in the Bronze Mask. Your understanding of the Bronze Mask has significantly improved.]
[Bronze Mask]
[Spiritual Clothes Level: C]
[Introduction: A fine product from Bronze, guaranteed quality]
[Effect: Wearing it, it can lower one’s presence while altering one’s appearance and body shape and it can resist the peeping of Level S and below Peeping Spirit Devices (including but not limited to Spiritual Pressure, appearance, body shape, real positioning, etc.)]
[Limit: Duration 12 hours, cooldown 12 minutes]
"...."
"Fine then…" Xia Feng shook his head and lay back down on the bed, guessing that Miss Mu must have thought he was in danger and wanted to save him.
Really, she was underestimating him, Xia Feng felt indignant, but then his thoughts paused abruptly, and his eyes lit up.
"Eh?"
He suddenly thought that Mu Qingtong would come to his rescue if she perceived he was in danger. By striving to achieve enlightenment and level up, he could perhaps stimulate her further by repeatedly courting death...
"Cough, while it feels somewhat immoral, indeed it seems like a good method," Xia Feng thought wickedly.
But, if he were to truly do this, he’d have to be thoroughly prepared; otherwise, ’fake courting death’ might turn into ’really finding death,’ which would be funny.
No further syncing messages came from Mu Qingtong after that, and Xia Feng, looking at the pristine white ceiling, fell again into a boring daze.
"Time passes so slowly."
Just then, a gentle voice from the princess echoed in his heart:
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"Master, I read in the ’Study of Imperial Male Life’ that when men lie in bed doing nothing, they generally use both hands to find some pleasure for themselves."
"? What kind of bizarre books are you reading, hey."
Xia Feng didn’t expect Yue Hongli to wake up at this moment; the past few weeks, Yue Hongli had been in a deep sleep state, seemingly very fond of sleep, often sleeping for several days at a time.
If not called, she generally wouldn’t wake up on her own.
"Have you had enough sleep?"
"It’s not that, Master. It’s just that Hongli sensed the call from your subconscious and had to wake up."
"Ah? My subconscious called for you?" Xia Feng was startled, surprised that such a thing was possible.
"Yes, Master, your subconscious wanted me to help dispel your boredom," the princess’s melodic yet indifferent voice seemed to be right next to Xia Feng’s ear, "Master, do you need me to use my hands to make you happy?"
"....you—" Xia Feng’s eyelids twitched, his eyes widened, "What do you take me for? I’m not a pervert!"
"But Master, that’s what you were thinking in your subconscious. It’s wrong to lie, Master," she said calmly.
"..."
Did my subconscious really think that? Xia Feng was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help feeling a bit puzzled. Could it be that I’m truly a pervert?
"Slander, outright slander!"
Xia Feng suddenly sat up, looking around.
Although he had swiftly scanned the room upon entering, assuming there were no surveillance devices, he was still afraid he hadn’t observed carefully enough and that there might be hidden cameras.
He got out of bed and began to meticulously inspect every corner.
"Master, rest assured, there is no surveillance here. You can feel free to do anything to me."
Xia Feng rolled his eyes. "I’m just worried that the method I used to kill Granny Ding might be discovered, that’s all."
"Master, is this what they call ’acting tough’ in the books?"
"..."
Xia Feng decided not to argue with this foolish woman anymore. "Yue Hongli, quick, say you’re a fool."
"Yes, Master, I am a fool!"
Xia Feng imagined seeing a charmingly naive woman proudly standing with her hands on her hips.
Xia Feng nodded in satisfaction.
"But Master, I’m a fool, and you’re even more foolish than I am. Does that make you a big fool?"
"..."
Xia Feng looked at the ceiling expressionlessly, indicating he didn’t want to talk.
"Ding—"
It wasn’t long before the electronic lock on the door chimed continuously, and with a click—
The door unlocked.
A man’s indifferent voice spoke up, "Three hours until the park opens, everyone assemble in the central hall."
Xia Feng stretched, got out of bed, opened the door, and followed the slow-moving crowd.
After arriving at the central hall.
It was only then that Xia Feng witnessed what professionalism meant.
Before the park opened, the people here were assigned the identities and clothes they needed to assume for their roles.
Provocative nurses, stern teachers, haughty noblewomen, Holy Department Investigators, seductive charming demons, noble queens, and even identities like Divine Son, Holy Daughter, and Saint Heir.
Once these people received their identities and put on their clothes, they transformed completely; their previously expressionless faces suddenly became animated.
For example, those assigned the queen’s identity lifted their chins and looked down upon others with lofty eyes, instantly exuding a queenly aura.
Clearly, these women had undergone professional training, and their acting skills were quite admirable.
As for Xia Feng, he was assigned the identity of an Otherworldly Immortal Monarch. His role’s synopsis stated:
You are an Immortal Monarch ruling the Immortal World on the Heavenly Maiden Continent. Recently, due to a devastating calamity, you lost all your cultivation and fell from grace, wandering into a mortal flower shop. Despite being subjected to the torment of wicked female customers, your pride as an Immortal Monarch remains intact. Although you chastise them in anger, your body is honest....
"..."
Xia Feng quickly read through the role information, and his right eyelid started twitching incessantly.
This identity was... absurd to the extreme, it’s as if absurdity itself opened the door to more absurdity.
"You, lad."
Just then, someone patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Finally found you."
Xia Feng turned around in confusion, his pupils dilating slightly in surprise. "You—why are you here?"
"Why can’t I be here if you can?" The middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairdo said with a light smile.
The person was none other than Xia Feng’s foster father, Wei Shutong.
He was currently dressed in an ancient emperor’s dragon robe, spreading his arms wide and grinning: "What do you think, lad? Do I look handsome?"
"..."
"When did you wake up?" Xia Feng asked in confusion. Since the last time they killed the Prince, Wei Shutong had been in a coma due to soul damage and hadn’t woken up.
"Just a few days ago. I wanted to find you after waking up, but your fiancée said you’d been captured and taken to the Garden."
Wei Shutong shook his head. "But it’s just as well; I was bound to enter the Garden eventually."
"So, why are you here?"
"To get the USB drive." Wei Shutong’s expression became serious as he whispered, "Do you still have the USB drive I gave you?"
Previously, in the Evil Dragon Forest’s Ping Shan Hospital.
Wei Shutong had given him two items: a photo of Director Xuanwu’s granddaughter and a strange USB drive.
Xia Feng had indeed kept the USB drive and had even curiously probed it once, discovering it wasn’t just any USB drive but rather a peculiar Divine Relic. However, its specific function was still unknown.
Xia Feng didn’t understand why Wei Shutong insisted he take good care of it.
