Chapter 543 543. Transmission
In the narrow space, ice-blue cold air surrounded the three women, and strands of air quickly froze.
The boy, sandwiched between the three girls, felt his cheeks burning hot, emitting yang energy, and the red light drove away the coldness around his body.
However, Yang energy can only relieve the stiffness of the body, allowing the body to move slightly and reduce the coldness, but it cannot resist the mental freeze.
Xia Feng's mental strength was now exhausted, and he was still unable to think actively or speak.
Fortunately, the three women generally have very high mental strength.
Jiang Qiu'e was once a star god. Even though she is in a weak period now, her mental strength is still not low.
Mu Qingtong goes without saying. As for Chanaxue, although she is weaker than the previous two, her spiritual weapon also belongs to the spiritual system and can provide her with high spiritual power.
That is why the three women stayed in the ice for so long, their minds were still active, but their bodies were frozen and it was difficult for them to move.
Mu Qingtong glanced down with her beautiful eyes and looked in front of her. The thunders of the two foolish saints were like four peaks suppressing Mr. Xia. Not only that, they were deliberately pressing towards her.
Especially Cha Naixue, whose scale is indeed very large. It seems that she can gain a sense of superiority by comparing with her, and she looks at her with a condescending look.
I have to say that Cha Naixue and Mr. Xia both need to be punished.
Mu Qingtong raised her golden eyes and met the pair of purple eyes that were looking down at her, and she just stared at them quietly for a while.
She had clearly found a slight advantage, but for some reason, Cha Naixue was a little scared of being stared at. She pursed her lips, took the initiative to admit defeat and lowered her eyes.
"Xia Feng came in on his own initiative, so he must have a way to rescue us."
Jiang Qiu'e broke the silence, frowning in thought, "But his thoughts are frozen now. It won't be long before his consciousness disappears, and he'll be completely dead, unable to speak. What should we do?"
"Just give him some mental strength." Mu Qingtong said calmly, "Pull him up."
The two women looked at the woman under them in confusion, not understanding what she was going to do.
There are indeed spiritual clothes in this world that can transmit spiritual power and can transfer one's own spiritual power to the target.
But now, several of them are unable to use spiritual clothes at all, and their spiritual weapons do not have this ability.
How to transfer mental power?
But Jiang Qiu'e still resisted the urge to continue rubbing Xia Feng's face and nose. She lowered her long eyelashes covered with ice chips and did as she was told.
A "move" character was pasted on Xia Feng's forehead, pulling him up a short distance from the darkness of the deep valley.
This made Xia Feng's face face right towards her and Cha Naixue.
The distance was very close, Jiang Qiu'e's breath fell on Xia Feng's thin lips. The pair of black pupils were bright and frozen. She breathed in the fragrance, and her fairy-like and cold face subconsciously lowered forward. The moment her red lips were about to touch those thin lips, a thin finger suddenly stretched out from below.
Standing between the red lips and thin lips.
Mu Qingtong's golden eyes were indifferent. He used his fingertips to open the red lips of the woman in the green dress, and then clamped Xia Feng's jaw with his backhand, tilting his little face, which was gradually getting hot and red, back.
Under the gaze of Jiang Qiu'e and Cha Naixue's beautiful eyes that slowly widened, Mu Qingtong lowered her head and kissed Xia Feng.
"!!!" The two saints looked at the scene close to them, breathing slightly faster. No, what is this perverted woman doing?
But soon, they discovered that a huge amount of mental power overflowed from the silver-haired woman's wet lips and flowed towards Xia Feng.
But this made them even more confused.
Mental power can indeed be transmitted directly without the aid of spiritual clothing or spiritual tools, but out of 10,000 points of mental power transmitted, perhaps only 1 point is successfully received by the target.
The transmission loss in this process is terrible.
That is why we need to use spiritual clothing and spiritual tools to reduce transmission losses.
Mu Qingtong is now directly and roughly transferring mental power to Xia Feng without any external help.
Even if Mu Qingtong's mental power is huge, he can't withstand such a thing, right?
In fact, Jiang Qiu'e had thought of this method just now, but even for her in her prime, it was still difficult to wake up Xia Feng through such a rough and brainless method.
So, how dare the silver-haired woman?
Cha Naixue didn't have as many thoughts as Jiang Qiu'e. Her purple eyes widened subconsciously, staring blankly at the strange scene so close to her.
With a few strands of silver hair hanging down, Xiao Feng raised her neck high, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of her lips, sliding along her jaw, over her protruding Adam's apple, and into her collarbone.
Cha Naxue never thought that this hateful childhood sweetheart would be so bitter.
In the past, Xia Feng had always treated her badly, with an indifferent and disdainful look on his face. He would only tease and mock her when he was happy, which was very annoying.
But now, this hateful man was unable to resist at all under Mu Qingtong's invasion and allowed himself to be bullied by her.
Of course, Mu Qingtong is actually saving Xia Feng now.
But looking at Mu Qingtong's skillful posture and the natural movement of clamping Xia Feng's jaw with her slender hands, it was obvious that she often played with Xiao Feng.
With her thoughts in a mess, Cha Naixue realized that she had lowered her head without knowing when, and her delicate jaw gently rested on Xiaofeng's collarbone, moving up and rubbing it lightly, with her breathing becoming shallow.
Jiang Qiu'e also came back to her senses at this time. Her beautiful and ethereal eyes dilated slightly, and her pupils reflected the evil scene of Xia Feng being violated by the two women.
She pursed her red lips, her lowered eyelids trembled slightly, and she leaned forward slightly with an indifferent expression, pressing her body against Xia Feng's chest.
It was also at this moment that she clearly felt that Xia Feng was actually showing signs of movement under the infusion of the silver-haired woman's mental power.
How terrifying is this mental capacity? Jiang Qiu'e felt incredible.
Soon, with the help of Mu Qingtong, Xia Feng's stagnant thinking loosened up and he could think smoothly.
That is why, although he could only see Miss Mu's snow-white slender neck, he could still vaguely feel through the touch of her skin that there was a little wetness on her right collarbone, and the left side of her chest was constantly being squeezed and rubbed hard.
What are these two stupid saints doing?
Xia Feng didn't expect that he just came in to save someone, but without thinking for a moment, everything went wrong.
Fortunately, Miss Mu and he had a tacit understanding and understood his intention of forcing his way into this place.
The reason why he dared to force his way into the ice layer despite his lack of mental strength was because of the extreme confidence that Miss Mu's terrifying mental strength gave him.
The transmission of mental power without relying on any external force does indeed result in huge losses, but when the mental power capacity exceeds common sense, everything is not a problem and you can squander it as much as you want.
As his thoughts became smoother, Xia Feng raised his chin, signaling to Miss Mu that it was enough and there was no need to over-expend mental energy.
Mu Qingtong then slowly raised her cold and pretty face, and glanced at the wet stains on the corners of Mr. Xia's lips with her beautiful eyes. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently wiped them away, then pressed her fingertips against the center of Cha Naixue's eyebrows and pushed the woman's head away slightly.
Cha Nai Xue came back to her senses from her chaotic thoughts, her expression slightly stiff, she pursed her lips and said calmly as if she didn't care: "Sorry, I'm too cold, I want to absorb more Yang energy."
Mu Qingtong glanced at the Saint with cold eyes, and said nothing. She just looked at Xia Feng again:
"Mr. Xia, is there any way to escape?"
(End of this chapter)
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