Xia Feng had thought that Mu Qingtong would be able to discover the fact of his resurrection through the image transmission method.
But unexpectedly, it seemed that because he was in the Evil Realm, Mu Qingtong still couldn't sense his presence.
It appears that this newly developed Green Bone Tracking Skill is still somewhat lacking...
Xia Feng mentally criticized, but when Mu Qingtong suddenly opened her eyes and her calm gaze met his once more, saying those two sentences,
Xia Feng was startled, eh?
Disi looked down from her high vantage point, keenly noticing the astonishment in her believer's eyes. Her dangerous slitted pupils constricted, narrowed, and she released the thin lips of her believer, "What are you doing?"
Xia Feng recovered his senses, shook his head with a calm expression, "Nothing much, just seeing some images through the Tracking Technique, something Dragon God wouldn't be interested in."
The first half was true, and the second half a lie, the star-skirted woman frowned, her divine eyes seeming to pierce straight through one's heart.
Quickly, she discerned that the Spiritual Clothes the believer was using were of a type that projected the gaze through one's own bones.
When the believer had died previously, she had pulled the remnants of his only remaining skull to the front of Mu Qingtong for the witch to hold onto.
Only, after the believer was resurrected, she didn't bother to think of ways to retrieve the skull anymore.
So, it was quite obvious, the believer was now using tracking-type Spiritual Clothes to secretly meet with the witch?
Does that mean, while Disi was punishing and kissing him just now, not only was this believer thinking about the Witch in his heart, but the one he saw before him was also that Evil Witch?!
With this thought, beneath the flickering brow of the Dark Gold Cross Order Sword, those majestic slitted pupils shrunk into silver fine needles, their sharp points radiating a cold brilliancy.
Xia Feng's hairs stood on end, his mind screaming disaster.
"My believer, the witch is before you right now, isn't she."
"To be so distracted and disrespectful while accepting my punishment, Xia Feng, I am really getting angry now."
It was the scent of a lie, she viciously sealed that scent, biting down on it.
"My believer, do you see me now, or is it that witch?"
Because of Dragon God's assault, Xia Feng's vision was slightly unstable.
The face of the Evil Dragon Miss and Miss Mu's visage overlapped, creating a double image, hazy and unclear.
He tried to ignore the sensation on his lips, quickly stabilized his vision, and refocused on Miss Mu's cold features.
Only, the pale color of Evil Dragon Miss's slitted pupils occasionally emerged within Miss Mu's golden eyes, giving Xia Feng an eerie feeling.
The glass column pedestal was very tall, and the suspended skull in the center of the high platform was just a few centimeters shorter than the black-skirted woman.
The woman's delicate fingers gently caressed the edge of the skull's cheekbone, her beautiful eyes intently focused, as if she could really see Xia Feng's face.
Mr. Xia asked her four times, "Do you like me?"
The first time was when she found that Mr. Xia had been marked with an Evil Mark on his abdomen by Dragon God, and the two discussed the duties Mr. Xia should fulfill as her fiancé. Xia Feng attempted to coax her into saying "I like Mr. Xia."
The second time was right before they were about to use the Yin Yang Mirror for Dual Cultivation.
The third time was after she accepted Evil Dragon's challenge and came out from the Sealed Land.
The fourth time, which was also the last...
In the chaos of the tumultuous time-space currents, a long sword pierced through his chest.
When he lifted his gaze to look at her, his black pupils still held hope, "Miss Mu, do you like me?"
Unfortunately, everything happened too quickly, the explosion of the time-space currents obliterated everything, including the face that, even in death, still wore a smiling expression.
Regarding Mr. Xia's question, Mu Qingtong had actually had an answer in her heart for a long time.
The emotion represented by the word 'like' could have many interpretations; it could mean love, familial affection, friendship, affection for pets, possessiveness...
But for her, the feelings she had for Mr. Xia were more of...
The same kind of love.
Mu Qingtong admitted that she indeed liked Mr. Xia.
But it was more the surprise and joy of inadvertently finding a like-minded peer on her journey to seek the strong, and after experiencing certain events together, her fondness for this peer gradually turned into affection.
And this affection was the liking for someone of the same kind—
It was different from love, familial affection, friendship, and even possessiveness—it was the same kind of love.
Considering that such feelings were rarely felt in this world, Mu Qingtong decided to name this emotion—Tong Emotion.
It was for this reason that Mu Qingtong finally understood what she truly regretted.
She did regret not being cautious enough, accidentally causing Mr. Xia to die in her place.
But what she regretted even more was not saying that phrase to Mr. Xia that had long since had an answer in her heart.
"Mr. Xia, now, I can answer you."
Xia Feng's dark pupils tightened, his heart involuntarily leaping as he silently gazed into the light golden eyes that seemed to be right in front of him.
Miss Mu's usually cool eyes now held too many emotions—confusion, sorrow, irritation, regret... Her delicate fingers caressed his cheek, her red lips parting slightly, as if she whispered in front of his lips:
"Mr. Xia, I like you."
Disi realized the Believer's heartbeat had sped to unprecedented levels, his black pupils shocked, dilating then contracting.
Clearly, the Witch had said something to the Believer to excite him so! A thread of irritation flickered through Disi's dangerously narrow pupils as his assault grew fiercer.
Bad Believer! Bad Believer! Bad Believer!!
Xia Feng felt suffocated, but he was already well-practiced in handling it.
Once again ignoring Evil Dragon Miss's kisses, his eyes thoughtful as he looked at the woman in the black dress who was confessing to him.
His heart surged with exhilaration!
Hehehe—Miss Mu, I've finally waited for this moment to hear these words from you!
The reason he constantly monitored Mu Qingtong's situation was to see if Mu Qingtong would, in front of his lifeless skull, say something socially fatal.
Effort paid off for those who were willing as not only did Mu Qingtong speak, but she also chose the most socially fatal line to utter.
Undoubtedly, this represented a phase of success in his romantic pursuit of Miss Mu!
It was just unfortunate that he couldn't use any item to record the scene of Miss Mu's confession.
However, it wasn't a big deal.
Because his memory was the most powerful means of recording.
Surely there were Spiritual Clothes or Spiritual Artifacts with the ability to retrieve memories as images.
When the time comes...
Hehehe—A strange chuckle in his heart, Xia Feng was already looking forward to the moment he would reunite with Miss Mu.
He would then throw this memory image right in Miss Mu's face, stand with his arms akimbo, laughing boisterously, arrogantly mocking, letting this Evil Witch who had humiliated him so many times to die a social death!
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The more he thought about it, the harder it was for Xia Feng to suppress a grin wider than an AK's.
"Mr. Xia, I like you."
Mu Qingtong murmured softly, repeating it once more, a pity that the Skull's head in front of her was after all just a lifeless object, unable to respond to her words.
Nor could it possibly hear her speech.
And so, she said it once again.