"Miss Mu, do you feel fear?"
Mu Qingtong quietly stared at Mr. Xia, his arrogant face, her lips lightly lifted in a smile: "If you keep chatting with me, Cha Naixue is going to die."
"Relax, no matter what Miao Master does, she has already lost, Cha Naixue won't die."
Seeing the witch dare not answer him directly, Xia Feng felt at ease while talking; indeed, the witch felt fear!
Mu Qingtong ignored him, only a flash of doubt in her beautiful eyes, but soon seemed to understand something, nodding slightly, "That's true."
Xia Feng raised his hand, once again pressing his palm on Cha Naixue's forehead, employing the Memory Deep Sea to release Naixue's thought dreamscape.
In the not-too-distant place forming a three-dimensional image.
In the middle of the Hell Manor, scattered with heads and bloody limbs, the girl in a white dress was still leaning in Miao Master's embrace.
But visibly, her Spiritual Body was already so faint it was only a mere outline.
