I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 487 - 455. Drama King

Xia Feng looked somewhat confused.

He Jianzhu sighed and, with a gentle and soft voice from behind his half-framed gold-rimmed glasses, the anger in his beautiful eyes dissipated, "How does it feel, soft?"

Xia Feng blinked, pondering before nodding, "Not bad."

"..." He Jianzhu immediately became expressionless, "Let go!"

Xia Feng’s face remained unchanged as he released his grip, and while he was at it, he even smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes around her waist and hips. Under her unfriendly and slightly squinting cold gaze, he finally drew his hand back behind him.

But because of this, He Jianzhu, losing support, softened and plummeted into the deep mist below.

Xia Feng was taken aback, quickly flying downward.

The woman’s white coat fluttered with the wind, and her silver hair was somewhat disheveled, swirling in the mist. Xia Feng wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace once again.

He Jianzhu, pressing on Xia Feng’s shoulder, had beads of sweat on her forehead, and her complexion was somewhat pale.

Xia Feng had thought the woman was feigning weakness just now, but it turned out she was truly frail.

"Are you alright?"

"It’s nothing." He Jianzhu whispered, shaking her head gently then raising her eyes, but then she saw this little brat’s black pupils so close to her own again, looking down at her from above.

Her chest was pressed firmly against his, and as their golden and black eyes met in the gaze, the two of them fell into a speechless mutual contemplation for a moment.

After a brief silence, Xia Feng was the first to speak up, "Miss Jianzhu, why are you pretending to be Mu Qingtong if there’s nothing wrong with you..."

He Jianzhu’s beautiful eyes were indifferent as she pursed her lips and whispered, "I really don’t know who Mu Qingtong is."

Xia Feng was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"I indeed wasn’t deceiving you before; I have lost my memory, but I remember a lot about you, and I know that you are someone I can trust."

"Ah?"

Xia Feng was not expecting this, and he couldn’t help but look at the woman skeptically once again.

The first time he saw this woman in the garden, she had been so mysterious, always speaking strange words that were hard to comprehend.

"Does that mean someone tampered with your memory?" Xia Feng asked, puzzled.

"No."

He Jianzhu shook her head, "It’s due to being a Diversion Body. A Diversion Body can’t retain too many memories; it only needs to remember the information related to its mission, and that’s sufficient."

"Diversion Body?"

"Think of it as a clone; it’s one of my abilities."

Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully. In other words, this He Jianzhu in front of him, like the one he met in the garden, was not the real He Jianzhu.

That time, He Jianzhu was muttering enigmatically, saying things like ’you’ve come...’ ’Child, do you know who I am...’

It was clear that this woman seemed quite powerful and was planning something in secret.

Moreover, Xia Feng strongly suspected that the loss of his memories from ages 12 to 14 might be related to this woman.

"Dragon God, can you tell what exactly is going on with He Jianzhu?" Xia Feng asked inwardly.

Disi, in her starry dress, floated quietly next to Xia Feng. In fact, ever since He Jianzhu had appeared, she had been observing this woman.

This woman, whether it was her appearance or the odd aura about her, was unpleasant to Disi.

After learning from the Believer that this woman was the Witch’s mother, her displeasure grew even further.

Although she really wanted to let the Believer abandon this Witch mother and let her fend for herself, she quickly changed her mind upon further thought.

For Disi sensed that this human woman named He Jianzhu seemed to have been a Star God before?

"This woman is not simple, Believer, try to subjugate her using the Dragon God Order. By doing so, we can find out what kind of conspiracy she’s hatching behind the scenes."

Since the Evil Witch dared to snatch her Believer, then enslaving the Witch’s mother was perfectly reasonable.

Xia Feng was unaware of the thoughts of Evil Dragon Miss,

He was just a bit surprised. Did Evil Dragon Miss hold such a high opinion of He Jianzhu, to actually deplete a slot of the Dragon God Order for her?

One should know that the Dragon God Order only had seven slots, and using one for the General Saint King was already somewhat wasteful.

However, the Dragon God Order could not enforce a contract; to contract with He Jianzhu, she had to agree to it herself.

That’s not an easy task.

Unless there was some way to deceive her...

"So, Miss Jianzhu, you still haven’t answered my question."

Xia Feng embraced the silver-haired woman’s slender waist, peered at her moist lips that were close by, and slightly lifted his black pupils, "Why did you pretend to be Mu Qingtong just now?"

He Jianzhu blinked, could she say she did it just for fun?

Wouldn’t that make her seem a bit stupid, almost trapping herself in her own game...

"It’s not important."

She gently rubbed Xia Feng’s head with her delicate hands, her beautiful eyes warm, "Child, seeing your condition, it seems you have also met Auntie’s other Diversion Bodies?"

"So, do you understand what relationship you really have with Auntie?"

"....."

Hearing her words, Xia Feng hesitated only for half a second, then blandly began to bluff: "Well, Jianzhu, I won’t joke with you anymore.

Xia Feng said earnestly: "Actually, you and I are husband and wife, we have a daughter named... Mu Qingtong."

"Earlier, when I said Mu Qingtong was my Female Slave, I was spouting nonsense to test you, you shouldn’t take it seriously."

Xia Feng used his finger to tuck a stray lock of He Jianzhu’s silver hair behind her ear, whispering gently, "Jianzhu, although I don’t know what you’ve been through these years, thankfully, I have finally been reunited with you."

He Jianzhu blinked, hesitating for less than half a second, her eyebrows and eyes curving lightly.

Her tender arms wrapped around Xia Feng’s neck, she whispered softly, "So you are my husband, no wonder my body doesn’t resist you."

The soft closeness pressed further against Xia Feng’s chest, a stunningly beautiful face identical to Miss Mu’s approached, and the arm wrapped around the slender waist like a water snake tensed.

Previously, Xia Feng hadn’t noticed, but now at such a close distance, from the slight difference in her habitual mannerisms, it was evident that He Jianzhu’s demeanor was more mature, gentle, and she tended to smile more often, even speaking with the soft laughter characteristic of Southern women.

Mu Qingtong was different, Miss Mu’s demeanor was colder, and in public, she also maintained a faint smile that seemed gentle but, in reality, kept people at a distance, her politeness laced with aloofness.

For example, during her time at Weiyang Academy, Mu Qingtong was quite well-known, and students had a good impression of her, but no one had ever heard of her having friends or close confidantes; she was always solitary.

Of course, these were not the main points; the main point was, Xia Feng realized that He Jianzhu’s moist lips were getting closer, her eyebrows and eyes lightly curved: "Husband, since we’re married, have we ever kissed before?"

"....."

Wait, this woman was just in a daze when she got spanked, how has she accepted this setup so quickly now? Doesn’t she doubt a word I’m saying!?

Xia Feng almost lost his composure; he was only trying to make up an identity to facilitate the sale of the Dragon God Order, but this role as a husband seemed tricky to manage.

Seeing Xia Feng silent, He Jianzhu’s eyebrows and eyes softly curved, her soft voice questioning: "What’s wrong?"