I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 663 663. Mr. Xia, you are not perfect yet

Xia Feng didn't know what his body cells were afraid of, but he knew he should run!

Without hesitation, he escaped into the Paladin space and turned around to escape to the surface.

But he had just teleported to the front of the barrier of the safe house.

The wall of the house actually squirmed strangely, cracked a very thin golden vertical crack, and suddenly opened!

It was an eye the size of a palm, and the dark purple spiral lines shrank from the eye socket to the pupil like water waves, and finally merged into a lavender swastika pattern, slowly rotating clockwise.

"Bang——!"

Xia Feng hit the wall of the house directly, and was thrown back by the huge rebound force.

"Damn it." Xia Feng was shocked. This safe house seemed to have a breath of life?

He turned his head and looked at the ground.

The woman in the black dress stepped on high heels and walked slowly in the sea of ​​​​gardenias, with elegant steps and indifferent golden eyes.

"Fear is the root of all things. With fear, all things can continue to evolve in the long river of billions of years."

In Xia Feng's astonished eyes, the tail of the black-dressed woman's silver hair gradually turned into lavender, but only a small part was highlighted. The purple became lighter as it went up, and the silver hair was still flying in the middle and upper part.

The clear voice was indifferent, and she narrated slowly, "They fear pain, fear death, fear being eliminated by the laws of nature and eventually annihilated in the long river of time. That is why fear breeds faith, enlightens spiritual wisdom, and evolves survival. Human beings are the best creations under fear."

"Unfortunately, I used to sneer at the so-called fear."

"But fortunately, Mr. Xia, you made me really understand that fear is the best nourishment for the strong."

The silver-haired witch looked up, with a soft smile on the corner of her lips, "Only fear can make us stronger and more perfect! What do you think, Mr. Xia?"

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I think? Xia Feng secretly swallowed his saliva. I think you shouldn't smile at me like this. I'm scared.

The silver-haired witch's slightly curly hair with lavender highlights fluttered, and the diamond-shaped purple crystal on her forehead suddenly fell, leaving a strange diamond-shaped mark on her forehead. Her beautiful eyes were calm.

"And Mr. Xia, you are not perfect yet."

The tone was quiet, "But I can help you. Mr. Xia, do you want to be perfect?"

"." Xia Feng's breathing was almost stagnant. He could feel that Miss Mu had gone crazy.

The genius is on the left and the madman is on the right.

There is always only a fine line between them.

It seems that this time the stimulation is really too great, turning Miss Mu into a real witch. Xia Feng's heart was cold, and without hesitation, he turned around and ran again!

But what surprised him again was that the clothes on his body seemed to be alive, and they suddenly tightened as if they had a breath of life.

The collar tightened his neck like a rope, and strands of ribbons and silk decomposed, spiraling up and turning into a cocoon to wrap him up.

Xia Feng was suffocated and forced to look up. In his peripheral vision, he saw a purple swastika spiral eye in the center of the chaotic silk, which sometimes condensed and sometimes collapsed.

What kind of ability is this? Xia Feng wanted to escape into the Paladin space, but found that spiral purple pupils appeared one after another in the surrounding space.

At the same time, a strange bass like a ghost's whisper echoed in his ears, "Swallow, evolve. Swallow, evolve."

The fragmented strange sound kept repeating, and the distorted space was also compressed layer by layer.

Xia Feng felt like he was stuffed into a shrinking suitcase. His body and soul were being squeezed crazily. The surrounding space could not pass through the Paladin space, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Roar--!!" In the distance, Yue Hongli waved the bone halberd, and the bone white dragon under his feet received the order. The dragon roared to the sky, and the bone mouth that swallowed and spit out white flames opened wide and roared towards Xia Feng.

Trying to rescue Xia Feng from this strange confinement.

But the next moment, the bone dragon, which had actually died long ago and had no intelligence, suddenly stagnated. Deep in its cheekbones, burning with white flames, two purple swastika spiral eyes suddenly condensed.

It turned around.

"Roar!!!" It raised its dragon head high and let out an excited and loud roar.

A fierce wind blew up.

The moon red carp on the dragon head was spiraled into the sky.

The bone dragon circled in the air and rushed towards Xia Feng again.

But after biting Xia Feng, it turned around and dived to the ground, respectfully prostrated itself at the feet of the woman in the black skirt, and spit Xia Feng in front of and behind the feet of the woman in the black skirt, making a submissive humming roar.

Xia Feng: "!!!"

No, your ability can also give the bone dragon intelligence? ?

However, the swastika-shaped purple pupils deep in the bone dragon's cheekbones did not last long. After faintly shaking and revealing a trace of unwillingness, they collapsed again.

The life breath on the bone dragon dissipated.

Just as Xia Feng was about to stand up, his tie automatically tied and tied back, pulling him up.

He was directly lifted in front of the silver-haired witch by his tie, and his cold little face was set off by the strange diamond shape between his eyebrows, making him look extremely charming.

The witch hooked Xia Feng's chin with her slender fingers and slowly lifted his cheek.

She looked down with disdain and said in a light voice: "Nothing more than that."

Xia Feng sneered, not at all timid: "Ms. Mu, you should know that if I use the spirit infant transformation, you can't do anything to me."

After he killed Ye Lidongjun, he obtained the fourth-level spirit infant, which was ready to explode at any time.

Unless Mu Qingtong can use her newly realized strange ability to stop the spirit infant from exploding, he will never be trapped.

Mu Qingtong looked calm: "I really can't stop your self-explosion. So Mr. Xia, if you want to escape, you can try."

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows: "I'm reminding you, Miss Mu, if the Four Spirit Infants self-destruct, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die."

"I know." The silver-haired witch nodded lightly.

Xia Feng: "."

"The elements that constitute strength are never just your own abilities, but also ethereal things like emotions, memories, and personalities. If you can put aside your feelings for me, ignore the high probability of serious injury to me, and defeat me at all costs, then I’ll still think highly of you.”

"But it's a pity that you don't dare." Her golden eyes were condescending.

"I don't dare?" Xia Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, "You say it as if you dare?"

But the silver-haired witch shook her head with a smile, her eyes full of interest: "You can be resurrected infinitely, why wouldn't I dare?"

".!"

I can be resurrected, but it has become a weakness for you!

The silver-haired witch picked up Xia Feng by his collar and threw it back onto the lap of the silver-haired clone on the sofa. The clone held Xia Feng around his waist with one hand and slowly touched his tailbone with the other.

“Mr.

The silver-haired witch came to stand in front of Xia Feng, "Don't worry about violence!"

Her golden eyes were as cold as the twilight valley, looking down indifferently, and said so.

Xia Feng's black pupils expanded, his cold hair exploded, and his tail vertebrae tingled, vaguely revealing the dragon's tail.

He quickly reached back to stop the clone from touching his waist, but the next moment, the witch in front of him grabbed his wrist.

The silver-haired witch took a step forward and came forward. In the reflection of Xia Feng's suddenly tightened pupils, those golden eyes were filled with an indifference and desire for violence that had never been seen before!

The two women spoke in a cold tone, saying in unison: "Mr. Xia, are you ready to face fear?"