Chapter 690 Miss Mu, I Like You!

Chapter 690 690. Miss Mu, I like you!

This shows that being locked up by a strong man is not too humiliating for him. Even those bright and joyful spots of light vaguely show that he actually has some joyful emotions in the humiliation?

Hmm?

Hmm.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Xia Feng had a blank expression on his face, and suddenly thought that it should be the pleasure of the flesh that offset the extreme humiliation.

Hmm, that's right.

But if this past is not considered humiliating, then what can be considered?

Xia Feng fell into a long contemplation and was in trouble.

If he can't break the blockade of shame, his soul and consciousness will be trapped in this emotional world forever.

In the end, when his mental power is exhausted, the seal of the jade seal on his body will be forcibly erased by the power of emotions, and he will completely lose the ability to resist or even commit suicide, and be imprisoned in the Holy Grail of Seven Emotions.

If he is brought to [Mother] again, what awaits him is definitely endless suffering.

But now, he can't find anything more humiliating than the night before yesterday.

Is it completely over now?

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Top of the tower, in front of the Galaxy Waterfall.

"It seems that the four apostles of Burning Heaven will not give up so easily."

An Xingjia looked into the darkness with lazy eyes, "Are you sure you don't need me to take care of it?"

Moro Shengmu shook his head lightly: "No need. Let these evil cult rats rob whatever they want, and I, Black Moon, will settle accounts with them one by one in the future. An Xizuo, you can just guard this place with peace of mind."

As he said, he tilted his hood slightly, wondering, "Why hasn't Madam An returned yet?"

"Don't worry." An Xingjia chuckled, "Madam's strength is not worse than mine."

The Seven Emotions Holy Grail has the ability to automatically lock the enemy. As long as Xia Feng has the authority of his mother, he can't escape.

It can be said that even a Saint Realm powerhouse like him would find it difficult to escape if he fell into the emotional domain of the Holy Grail.

Because escaping this domain requires not only the corresponding emotional past, but also a near-god-level mental power.

Only in this way can the soul and consciousness return to the body and escape from the trap.

Xia Feng, this young man, is not a simple person, but it is difficult to escape the capture of the Seven Emotions Holy Grail.

It is impossible to do it.

"Teacher, is there no other way?" At the same time, in Master Miao's dream space, Cha Naxue looked solemn.

Master Miao shook his head calmly: "This emotional field is blessed with the power of the [mother] of Goldbroom Flower. The status is too high. If the Holy Priest Moro takes action, it is possible to break through this field and rescue Xia Feng."

In Tower Room 601, Xia Feng's body has fallen into a coma and fell limply in the arms of the woman in the black dress.

Jiang Qiu'e frowned, retracted the fingertips 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: "The emotional reaction is very intense. He is still resisting and trying to escape, but the effect is minimal."

Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful cold eyes slightly, and did not panic. Instead, she pursed her lips and lowered her head, touching her forehead with Mr. Xia's forehead to transfer mental power to Mr. Xia.

The ratio of transmitting mental power is 10000:1, which is almost a loss of 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 must require a large amount of mental power supply, and Mr. Xia probably needs this very much now.

Jiang Qiu'e saw the action of the woman in the black dress, and she hurried forward,

hugging the thin waist of the woman in the black dress from behind Xia Feng, her red lips close to the root of Xia Feng's ear, slightly opening her fragrance, and also began to transfer mental power. Her mental power is actually very high, but it seems very little compared to Mu Qingtong.

The woman in the black dress raised her eyes slightly, said nothing, just kissed Mr. Xia's thin lips, speeding 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 in Mu Qingtong's eyes when he looked up at her, which even made her feel inexplicably panicked!

She narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and her hands that hugged the black-dressed woman's waist and waist were a little stronger. Her red lips pressed against Xia Feng's ear and cheek skin were breathing slightly faster.

However, she quickly suppressed her strange emotions and concentrated on delivering mental power to Xia Feng.

Her slender eyelids also lowered, hiding the morbid color that gradually emerged in her ethereal eyes.

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Although Xia Feng's consciousness was in the special world of the emotional domain, he could still feel the sounds and touches from the outside world.

The soft and low breath at the thin lips, and the rapid warm breath close to the ear.

The breathing sound behind the ear was obviously Jiang Qiu'e, but Xia Feng vaguely felt that there was a wet touch behind the ear, like a kitten quietly sticking out its tongue.

"!" Green-haired fox, what are you doing! Xia Feng was convinced. Did this fox think I didn't know, so he showed his true colors!

Fortunately, the two spiritual powers were continuously transmitted.

It replenished his almost exhausted spiritual power, and it was a timely help.

Xia Feng's sluggish consciousness suddenly became energetic. Feeling the touch of Miss Mu's thin lips, he suddenly had an idea!

Yes, in his memory, there is no more humiliating thing than the night before yesterday.

But just because there is no memory, it doesn't mean there is no now.

He can make it on the spot!

As for how to make it.

In fact, it is very simple, just a matter of one sentence.

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But he is not sure whether Miss Mu in the real world will hear it if he says this sentence in the oil painting world.

If she can hear it.

Then. Then what's the difference between him and death?

When Xia Feng thought of this possibility, his scalp suddenly felt numb. It would be better to be trapped here forever.

Moreover, if he spoke here, his body in reality would also speak at the same time, which is equivalent to-

confessing to Miss Mu directly in person? ?

This is much more terrifying than when he eavesdropped on Miss Mu's confession to the skull.

As long as he opened his mouth, his life would be completely over. He could imagine Miss Mu stepping on his face with her high heels and looking down at him with a mocking look.

No! This is absolutely not possible!

It seems.

It's not bad to be trapped here like this, right?

Negative emotions rose again, filling his mind, and Xia Feng's black pupils fell into a daze.

But he was shocked again and shook his head.

No--

He clearly felt that his lips were blocked by Miss Mu, which means that even if he opened his mouth to confess here, his real body would move with it, but in the end he would 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, that's it! The logic makes sense! Xia Feng understood, his eyes quickly became firm and he no longer hesitated, and took a deep breath!

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Take another deep breath!

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Take another deep breath

Xia Feng had a blank expression on his face and scratched his head wildly, ah, will Miss Mu hear it? !

He felt like he was going crazy!

The oil painting world was dead silent from beginning to end, as if mocking his indecision, cowardice, and cowardice.

"Miss Mu, I like you!" Someone took advantage of the dead air and suddenly whispered.

The voice was small, but it was loud and clear. In the dead oil painting world, it was like a stone falling into a lake, and circles of emotional colors spread out, constantly rippling to the distance