Chapter 690 690. Miss Mu, I like you!
This means that being locked up by a strong man is not that humiliating for him. In fact, those shining and joyful spots of light vaguely indicate that he actually feels some pleasure in the humiliation?
Um?
Um.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Xia Feng had a blank expression on his face, but then he suddenly realized that it was probably the physical pleasure that offset the extreme humiliation.
Well, that’s right.
But if this kind of past is not considered humiliating, then what is?
Xia Feng fell into deep thought for a long time and was in some trouble.
If he cannot break the blockade of shame, his soul and consciousness will be trapped in this emotional world forever.
Eventually, when his mental strength is exhausted, the seal of the contract with Yinghua on his body will be forcibly erased by the power of emotions. At the same time, he will completely lose the ability to resist or even commit suicide, and will be imprisoned in the Holy Grail of the Seven Emotions.
If he were brought before [Mother] again, he would definitely face endless suffering.
But now, he could not find anything more humiliating than the night before yesterday.
Now, it's completely over.
*
Top of the tower, in front of the Galaxy Waterfall.
"It seems that the four apostles of Burning Sky will not give up so easily."
An Xingjia gazed lazily into the darkness, "Are you sure you don't need me to intervene?"
Moro Holy Pastor shook his head calmly, "No need. Let these evil cult rats take whatever they want. I, Black Moon, will settle accounts with them one by one in the future. Lord An, just focus on guarding this place."
As he spoke, he tilted his hood slightly, wondering, "Why hasn't Madam An returned yet?"
"Don't worry." An Xingjia chuckled, "Madam's strength is no less than mine."
The Holy Grail of Seven Emotions has the ability to automatically lock the enemy. As long as Xia Feng has the authority of his mother, he will have no chance of escaping.
It can be said that even a powerful saint like him would find it difficult to escape if he fell into the emotional domain of the Holy Grail.
Because escaping this realm requires not only corresponding emotional past, but also near-god-level mental strength.
Only in this way can the soul and consciousness return to the body and escape from the trap.
The young man Xia Feng is not a simple person, but it is extremely difficult for him to escape the capture of the Holy Grail of the Seven Emotions.
It's impossible.
"Teacher, is there no other way?" At the same time, in Master Miao's dream space, Chanaxue looked solemn.
Master Miao calmly shook his head. "This emotional field is blessed with the power of the Goldfinch's [Mother]. Her status is too high. If Saint Moro were to take action, he might be able to break through this field and rescue Xia Feng."
In Tower Room 601, Xia Feng's body had already fallen into a coma, and he collapsed into the arms of the woman in the black dress.
Jiang Qiu'e frowned, withdrew her fingertips that were pressing on Xia Feng's eyebrows, and slowly opened her eyes.
"How?" Mu Qingtong raised her beautiful eyes slightly.
Jiang Qiu'e shook her head helplessly. "His emotional reaction was very intense. He was still resisting and trying to escape, but the effect was minimal."
Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful cold eyes slightly, and did not panic. Instead, she pursed her lips and lowered her head, pressing her forehead against Mr. Xia's, transferring her mental power to Mr. Xia.
The ratio of transmitting mental power is 10000:1, which is a loss of almost 9990/10,000, so direct transmission is very wasteful. Even Mu Qingtong has to consider it carefully.
But dealing with this kind of emotional ability inevitably requires a large amount of mental power, and Mr. Xia probably needs this very much now.
Seeing the action of the woman in the black skirt, Jiang Qiu'e also hurried forward.
She hugged the slender waist of the woman in the black dress from behind Xia Feng, put her red lips behind Xia Feng's ear, and breathed a sweet breath, and also began to transmit her mental power. Her mental power was actually very high, but it seemed very little compared to Mu Qingtong.
The woman in the black dress with golden eyes glanced at her lightly, without saying anything, but just kissed Mr. Xia's thin lips to speed up the transmission of mental power.
Jiang Qiu'e pursed her lips. Although Mu Qingtong did not stop her, she could clearly feel the coldness that flashed in Mu Qingtong's eyes when he looked up at her, which even made her feel inexplicably panic!
She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and tightened her arms around the black-dressed woman's slender waist. Her red lips pressed against Xia Feng's ear and cheek, and her breathing quickened.
However, she quickly suppressed her strange emotions and concentrated on supplying her mental power to Xia Feng.
His slender eyelids also lowered, hiding the morbid color that was gradually emerging in his empty eyes.
*
Although Xia Feng's consciousness is in the special world of the emotional domain, he can still feel the sounds and touches coming from the outside world.
The soft and low breath from the thin lips, and the quick and warm breath close behind the ear.
The breathing sound behind his ear was clearly Jiang Qiu'e's, but Xia Feng vaguely felt a wet sensation behind his ear, like a kitten quietly sticking out its tongue.
"!" Green-haired fox, what are you doing! Xia Feng was convinced. Did this burning fox think that I didn't know, so he showed his true colors?
Fortunately, both mental powers are being transmitted continuously.
To replenish his almost exhausted mental strength was like providing timely help.
Xia Feng's sluggish consciousness suddenly became alert. Feeling the touch of Miss Mu's thin lips, he suddenly had an idea!
Yes, as far as I can remember, there has been nothing more humiliating than the night before yesterday.
But just because it’s not in my memory doesn’t mean it’s not there now.
He can make it on the spot!
As for how to manufacture.
It’s actually very simple, just a matter of one sentence.
But what he was not sure about was whether Miss Mu in the real world would hear it if he said this in the oil painting world.
If you can hear it.
Then. Then what’s the difference between him and being dead?
When Xia Feng thought of this possibility, his scalp suddenly felt tingling. It would be better to be trapped in this place forever.
Moreover, if he spoke here, his body in reality would most likely speak simultaneously, which is equivalent to—
Confess directly to Miss Mu in person?
This was much more terrifying than when he eavesdropped on Miss Mu's confession to the skull.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his life would be completely over. He could even imagine Miss Mu stepping on his face with her high heels and looking down at him with a mocking look on her face.
No! This is absolutely not possible!
That seems.
It's pretty good to be stuck here like this, right?
Negative emotions rose again, filling his mind, and Xia Feng's black pupils became dull.
But he was startled again and shook his head.
wrong--
He clearly felt that his lips were being blocked by Miss Mu, which meant that even if he opened his mouth to confess his feelings, his physical body would move along with it, but he would eventually be forced to shut up because of Miss Mu's behavior.
so!
The conclusion is that Miss Mu will not hear it!
He can confess!
That's right! The logic makes sense! Xia Feng understood, his eyes quickly becoming firm without hesitation, and he took a deep breath!
“.”
Take another deep breath!
“.”
Take another deep breath
Xia Feng had a blank expression on his face and scratched his head frantically. Ahhh, will Miss Mu hear this?!
He felt like he was going crazy!
The painting world was completely silent from beginning to end, as if mocking his indecision, cowardice, and fear.
"Ms. Mu, I like you!" Someone suddenly murmured in the dead silence.
The sound was small, yet resounding. In the dead silence of the painting world, it was like a stone falling into a lake, and circles of emotions spread out, rippling into the distance.
(End of this chapter)
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