I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 543 543.Transmission

In the narrow space, ice-blue cold air surrounded the three women, wisps of strands quickly freezing.

The boy's cheeks, sandwiched between the three women, were hot, and Yang Qi was escaping. The red stream of light forced away the coldness all over his body.

However, Yang Qi can only relieve the stiffness of the body, allowing the physical body to move slightly and reduce the coldness, but it cannot resist the mental freezing.

Xia Feng is now mentally exhausted and still unable to keep his mind active and lie.

Fortunately, the three women's mental strength is generally very high.

Jiang Qiu'e was once a star god. Even though she is now in a weak stage, her mental strength is still not low.

No need to mention Mu Qingtong. As for Chana Yuki, although she is weaker than the previous two, her spiritual weapon also belongs to the spiritual system and can provide her with high mental power.

Because of this, the three women stayed in the ice for so long, and their minds were still very active, but their bodies were frozen and it was difficult to move.

Mu Qingtong glanced down with her beautiful eyes, looking down in front of her. The thunder of the two stupid saints suppressed Mr. Xia like four peaks. Not only that, they also deliberately squeezed her.

Especially Chana Yuki, the scale is indeed very large, as if she can gain a sense of superiority by comparing with her in this way, and she looks at her with a condescending look.

It has to be said that Chana Xue, like Mr. Xia, is in need.

Mu Qingtong raised his golden eyes and met the pair of purple eyes that seemed to be looking down at him. They stared at each other quietly for a while.

She had obviously found an advantage, but for some reason, Chanaxue was a little scared of being stared at. She pursed her lips and took the lead in giving in and lowering her eyes.

"Xia Feng took the initiative to come in. He should have a way to rescue us."

Jiang Qiu'e spoke to break the silence, frowning in thought, "But now his mind is frozen, and soon his consciousness will die, and he will die completely, and he will be unable to speak at all. What should I do?"

"Just give him mental energy." Mu Qingtong said quietly, "Pull him up."

The two women looked at the woman beneath them in confusion, not understanding what she was going to do.

There are indeed spiritual clothes in this world whose function is to transmit spiritual power. They can transmit their own spiritual power to the target.

But now several people cannot use the spiritual clothes at all, and their respective spiritual weapons do not have this ability.

How to convey spiritual power?

But Jiang Qiu'e still resisted the desire to continue to rub Xia Feng's face and the tip of her nose. She lowered her slender eyelashes covered with ice slag and did as she was told.

He put the word "moving" on Xia Feng's forehead and pulled him up a short distance from the darkness of the deep valley.

Xia Feng's face was facing her and Chana Xue.

The distance was very close. Jiang Qiu'e's breath hit Xia Feng's thin lips. The black pupils in front of her were bright and solid. She breathed in the fragrance, and the fairy's pretty face subconsciously lowered forward. The red lips were about to touch the thin lips. A thin finger suddenly stretched out from below.

Standing between red lips and thin lips.

Mu Qingtong's golden eyes were pale, and she pressed her fingertips against the red lips of the woman in the green skirt. Then she clamped Xia Feng's chin with her backhand and raised her face, which was gradually getting hot and red.

Under the gaze of Jiang Qiu'e and Chan Naixue's slowly widening beautiful eyes, Mu Qingtong lowered her head and kissed Xia Feng.

"!!!" The two saints looked at the scene close at hand, breathing heavily, no, what is this perverted woman doing?

But soon, they discovered that huge spiritual power overflowed from the silver-haired woman's wet lips and surged towards Xia Feng.

But this made them both more confused.

It is true that spiritual power can be transmitted directly without using spiritual clothing or spiritual weapons, but if 10,000 points of spiritual power are transmitted, only 1 point of spiritual power may be successfully received by the target.

The transmission loss in this process is terrible.

That's why it is necessary to use means such as spiritual clothing and spiritual weapons to reduce transmission losses.

Mu Qingtong was now directly and roughly delivering mental power to Xia Feng without resorting to any external force.

Even if Mu Qingtong's mental power is huge, he can't withstand being made like this, right?

In fact, Jiang Qiu'e had thought of this method just now, but even in her heyday, it was still difficult to awaken Xia Feng through such a crude and mindless method.

So, how dare the silver-haired woman?

Cha Naixue didn't have as many thoughts as Jiang Qiu'e. Now her purple pupils widened subconsciously, staring blankly at the strange scene so close at hand.

With a few strands of soft silver hair hanging down, Xiao Feng raised her neck, and there was a faint trace of fluid overflowing from the corners of her lips, sliding along her chin, past the raised Adam's apple, and into her collarbone.

Chanaxue never thought that this hateful childhood sweetheart would be so astringent.

In the past, Xia Feng's attitude towards her was very bad. He looked indifferent and disliked her. He would only tease her a few words when he was happy, which was very annoying.

But now, this hateful man was unable to resist Mu Qingtong's aggression and allowed himself to be bullied.

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 thin hands, it was obvious that she was playing with Xiao Feng a lot.

While her thoughts were in chaos, Chanaixue realized that she had lowered her head at some point, and her delicate mandible gently landed on Xiaofeng's collarbone, moving up to rub against it, and her breathing became shallow.

Jiang Qiu'e also came back to her senses at this time, her ethereal beautiful eyes slightly expanded, and the evil scene of Xia Feng being violated by the two women was reflected in her pupils.

She lightly pursed her red lips, her lowered eyes trembled slightly, and she leaned forward slightly with an indifferent expression, pressing against Xia Feng's chest.

It was also at this time that she clearly felt that Xia Feng actually showed signs of movement under the spiritual power of the silver-haired woman.

How terrifying is this mental capacity? Jiang Qiu'e felt incredible in her heart.

Soon, with the help of Mu Qingtong, Xia Feng's stagnant thoughts loosened up and he could think smoothly.

That's why, although he could only see Miss Mu's snow-white neck, he could still feel a little wetness on the right clavicle through the touch of the skin, and the left chest was constantly squeezed and rubbed.

What are these two stupid saints doing?

Xia Feng didn't expect that he just came in to save someone, why did he mess up without thinking for a while.

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 when his mental power was insufficient was because of the extreme confidence that Miss Mu's terrifying mental power gave him.

The mental power transmission without relying on any external force is indeed very lossy, but when the mental power capacity exceeds common sense, everything is not a problem, and you can squander it.

As his thinking became smoother, Xia Feng raised his chin, indicating that Miss Mu was OK, and there was no need to over-consume mental power.

Mu Qingtong then slowly raised her cold and pretty face, and glanced at the wet stains on Mr. Xia's lips. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently wiped them away, and then touched the center of Cha Naxue's eyebrows with her fingertips, and pushed the woman's head slightly away.

Cha Naxue came back to her senses from her chaotic thoughts, her expression was slightly stiff, and she pursed her lips as if she didn't care and said lightly: "Sorry, I'm too cold, I want to absorb more yang energy."

Mu Qingtong looked at the saint coldly with her beautiful eyes, and said nothing, but looked at Xia Feng again:

"Mr. Xia, is there any way to escape?"