I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 566 566. You won't mind, right?

After the middle-aged man briefly introduced the details of the transmission, Xia Feng and the other three stood in the center of the open space.

Feng Nuoyi's pale and tender face suddenly had strands of red lines spreading from the neck, like the regular lines on the circuit board, extending all the way to the corners of the eyes and converging at the center of the eyebrows.

The little girl's long hair danced lightly without wind.

"Sir, the transmission point of District 15 is located 10,000 meters below the seabed of the 'Taiqin Sea' adjacent to Li Tiancheng. Laboratory No. 7 is also near the transmission point. You can find it in a day at most according to the map index."

Feng Jianyi reminded in a deep voice, "In addition, the water pressure at 10,000 meters below the seabed is not easy for even the Venerable to bear, so please take some precautions in advance."

Xia Feng nodded, closed his eyes and was hugged in the middle by the three women.

"Goodbye, scumbag brother" In the crisp farewell voice of the little girl, the four people felt the effect of some strange power at the same time.

They did not resist, but relaxed their minds. Under the influence of this mysterious force, Xia Feng felt like a flat tire, his mind was in a trance, and his soul was slightly tingling.

But soon this discomfort subsided, and then it seemed as if there was a ton of weight pressing down on him, and his flesh and bones made a light crackling sound.

Xia Feng opened his eyes, and the scene around him had changed. The quiet water and endless darkness formed a desolate world ten thousand meters under the sea.

Being on the seabed, it was as if the sky was pressing on him, and his bones kept making unpleasant creaking and wearing sounds. Xia Feng tried to release his spiritual pressure and formed a layer of shallow spiritual flow on the surface of his body. This natural force that was about to crush his body at any time slowly faded away.

"Using spiritual pressure to fight water pressure requires consuming spiritual particles every moment, and it won't be able to hold on for long."

The woman in the green skirt stretched out her thin hand with a drifting green light, and slid lightly across the water in front of her. Suddenly, green spiritual light spots like fireflies spread out, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Through the light, Cha Naixue found that Xia Feng's face was a little pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. She was puzzled: "Xiao Feng, are you okay?"

Xia Feng's breathing became more and more rapid, and his brows were furrowed. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He thought it was because of the physical discomfort caused by the water pressure at the bottom of the sea.

But after the spiritual pressure was relieved, the abnormality of the body did not alleviate, but tended to worsen, and even produced an inexplicable fear.

Mu Qingtong floated behind Xia Feng and looked down in confusion. Xia Feng's face was pale and his black pupils gradually lost their minds.

She reached out and touched Mr. Xia's forehead, and it was cold.

Jiang Qiu'e also quickly reached out to feel his breath, and the breath was normal. Her ethereal beautiful eyes were puzzled: "Is it deep-sea phobia?"

Cha Naixue shook her head: "Not really. And Xiao Feng didn't have this symptom in the Yongliu Sea, right?"

Mu Qingtong frowned, and the thought moved lightly and directly invaded Xia Feng's mind.

Under the stinging pain of the soul, Xia Feng suddenly came back to his senses. He did not hesitate and directly summoned the Paladin, who turned into a capsule ship to include the three women and himself.

Under the isolation of the Paladin, Xia Feng felt better. His crazy heart rate returned to normal, but his whole body was still cold.

"Are you okay?" Miss Mu's soft voice sounded behind his ear.

Xia Feng exhaled and shook his head: "No problem, just a sequelae."

To be precise, this is the sequelae of the evil demon heart.

The evil demon heart seems to have an inexplicable fear of the deep sea environment. The moment it enters this environment, the heart rate soars directly, as fast as when Xia Feng first met Miss Xielong.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Jiang Qiu'e asked in a faint voice. She held Xia Feng's hand and could clearly sense the other's body temperature, which was cold and shivering.

After being reminded by Jiang Qiu'e, Xia Feng did feel very cold. He shrank his neck and shook his head.

His consciousness was also a little drowsy.

He subconsciously raised his hand to hug the woman's slender waist tightly, and the pressure of the soft and warm curve transmitted heat, which made him feel a little comfortable.

Cha Naxue quietly looked down at the boy who was pressed under her, her beautiful eyes lingered over the protruding Adam's apple, slid over the thin lips and nose bridge, and continued to move up.

Her eyes met the cold little face behind the boy's face.

The pale golden eyes of the woman in the black dress stared at her quietly.

Cha Naxue's purple pupils stagnated slightly, and she pursed her lips to avoid Mu Qingtong's cold eyes.

But at this time, Xia Feng's right hand holding her small waist exerted force again, and she had to press down again when she was about to retreat.

The two drops of balls on the top of the cloud were directly flattened into snow cakes.

A few strands of lazy hair fell on Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong's lips and cheeks, and Cha Naxue's beautiful purple eyes, which were originally stagnant, gently expanded.

One is her childhood sweetheart who treats her coldly, and the other is her nominal master now, the person loved by her childhood sweetheart.

Looking down at the man and woman under her, her emotions surged inexplicably.

It was as if a tight string was vibrating in her head. That was her reason, diving into the abyss of the seabed.

The thoughts that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time could not be suppressed at this moment. A strange fire burned in the depths of Cha Naxue's purple pupils. Her originally timid eyes became firm and calm, and she looked at the beautiful golden eyes of the woman under her.

She spoke softly, with innocent eyes:

"Master, the situation is special now. You won't mind if I press on your fiancé like this, right?"

Jiang Qiu'e looked at Cha Naxue in surprise. How could this timid saint become so bold?

"Cha Naxue, do you want to die?"

The cold and clear voice echoed in the narrow capsule hull, and also stuck to Xia Feng's ears, piercing his soul.

Xia Feng suddenly woke up from his drowsiness, and then he felt the cloud-like curves of Chana Xue's beauty rubbing against his body, pressing against his chest and soothing his soul.

Soon, the beautiful starry purple pupils met his black eyes. Under Xia Feng's doubtful gaze, the corners of Chana Xue's eyes slightly curved, and she spoke softly, biting her lips like a cat whispering: "Xiao Feng, sister Nai Xue, help me." You keep warm."

With that said, she lowered her head to put down her red lips.

"Pa—!" There was a crisp slap, and Chana Xue tilted her head, her innocent and lovely little face had bright red finger marks, and her purple pupils were momentarily blank.

Mu Qingtong calmly retracted his hand and said quietly: "Are you awake?"

Chanaxue's stiff face gradually returned to normal, and she nodded expressionlessly: "I'm awake."

"It seems you are not awake yet."

Mu Qingtong obviously had no intention of just sparing the following offenders, so he activated the Slave Keeper's Mark with a flick of his mind.

Chanaixue suddenly trembled all over, her purple pupils widened, the whites of her eyes rolled up and she fainted from suffocation.

But she fainted, and the next second she was forcibly awakened by Mu Qingtong's spiritual invasion. She was suffocated and her eyes turned white due to punishment, and her thighs trembled and she fainted again.

This was repeated four or five times, and the punishment finally stopped after Chana Yuki collapsed and became incontinent, crying slightly in fear and shouting, "I'm really awake, Master."

Xia Feng lay on her back in Miss Mu's arms, witnessing everything on her body. She didn't dare to move, but her face was stiff and her eyes were half-closed, pretending to be dead.

It's terrible, Miss Mu is so terrible.