I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 61 61. The long river of imaginary numbers

"Your Highness, please greet me." Xia Feng put his palms on his chest and made a noble greeting.

Mu Qingtong held his arm, with a gentle smile on her cold and pretty face.

Li Siwen glanced at Mu Qingtong, then at Xia Feng, and chuckled: "You and her are a good match. At least you are much better than my incompetent brother."

"Your Highness is joking." Xia Feng said calmly.

"Okay, I'm relieved to see you two are such a good match. Let's go in." Li Siwen stepped out of the way and gestured with a smile.

Xia Feng blinked, good guy, why don't you follow the routine? I thought you would have to be embarrassed and belittle me no matter what.

They all seem to be decent people.

A man and a woman walked slowly past Li Siwen. Li Siwen's smile faded and his eyes calmly looked at the two people's retreating figures.

"How are you preparing?"

"Your Highness, everything has been arranged." The man next to him whispered.

Taking the ladder all the way to the top floor, after passing the reception hall, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong immediately attracted the attention of all the nobles. After all, their appearance was so impressive.

As soon as they entered the banquet venue, a little girl wearing a strapless evening dress ran straight up to the two of them, staring at Mu Qingtong with her big eyes.

"Mu, Mu God!"

Mushroom usually wears overalls and doesn't take care of himself much, like a tomboy, but now his light green slightly curly hair is hanging around his shoulders and neck, and he looks completely different from before wearing a strapless evening dress and crystal high heels.

Xia Feng almost didn't recognize it.

Thinking about it, he quickly pulled Mu Qingtong back and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, this is embarrassing."

Mushroom's little face suddenly turned red, he tilted his head and puffed out his cheeks and said dissatisfied: "Don't talk nonsense! I am a fan, a fan who admires her!"

"What do you admire?" Xia Feng wondered, "Is it hard to admire her singing?"

"!" Mu Qingtong's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she glanced at Xia Feng with her beautiful pale golden eyes.

[After being provoked, Mu Qingtong has gained some understanding of the neck-twisting technique at close quarters, and your understanding of combat assassination has slightly improved——]

Xia Feng suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his neck, and his head was about to spiral into the sky at any moment.

Okay, okay, Mu Mo Shen! If I provoke you once and you'll realize it, then don't blame me for provoking you every day. Thinking of this, Xia Feng also glanced at Mu Qingtong.

Then the two of them looked at each other like this, sparks and lightning flashed between their eyes, neither of them blinked, it seemed that whoever blinked first would lose.

Mushroom stared at the two people blankly, suddenly feeling a little redundant.

At this time.

The noise in the gorgeous and luxurious banquet venue suddenly stopped, and the surroundings fell into silence.

Everyone looked to the side and saw two guards wearing red hats pushing open the arched door and carefully retreating to three meters away.

A woman walked slowly behind the door, wearing crystal red high heels and a dark red evening dress with a smooth and elegant hem.

But what makes Xia Feng strange is that this woman has a mysterious veil hanging from her chin, and her eyes are also covered by black silk ribbons.

"Princess, please come with me."

The guard stood three meters away, bending down and speaking respectfully.

The woman put her hands in front of her belly and slowly stepped into the high door under the guidance of the guards. Although she could not see and had no one to support her, she did not hesitate in her steps.

"Is she your stepmother?" Xia Feng asked curiously in a low voice.

"Yeah." Mushroom puffed his cheeks and stared at the woman in the distance with his big eyes. At this moment, the woman in the distance seemed to be aware of it and turned her head to look, her gaze under the black silk veil seemed to be real.

Mushroom subconsciously took a step back and grabbed the hem of Xia Feng's clothes with his small hands.

"Your Majesty Wang Jue." The guard bowed his head respectfully, and the middle-aged man appeared in front of the arch wearing a finely tailored dark red tuxedo and high boots.

He waited until the distant princess had gone away, then stepped through the door.

Xia Feng looked around suspiciously, and he keenly noticed that as the princess entered, the surrounding nobles quickly spread their distance.

There was no one within a radius of three meters with the princess as the center. Even the maid who followed behind her always kept a tense expression and kept a distance of three meters.

"Is your stepmother scary?" Xia Feng whispered in confusion, "Why is everyone staying away?"

It's like having body odor.

"This is a rule set by my father." Mushroom explained in a low voice, "No one is allowed to enter the three-meter field, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

What kind of weird rule is this? Xia Feng was a little speechless, "Has anyone entered before?"

"Of course, everyone who enters..." After saying this, Mushroom was stunned for a moment, his eyes confused, "How is everything going? I forgot."

Xia Feng looked at Mu Qingtong and found that her pale golden eyes flashed thoughtfully.

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, "What did you see?"

"Me? Mr. Xia, what can I tell when I meet the spiritual master?" Mu Qingtong tilted her head to look at him in confusion.

"Ha~"

After a while, as Wang Jue talked a lot of nonsense, dance music started playing melodiously, and Mu Qingtong pulled Xia Feng to dance on the dance floor.

Following Youyou Qingle, the two of them walked side by side.

"What exactly did you see? The princess is not some strange and evil beast, right?" The distance quickly closed, Xia Feng whispered in Mu Qingtong's ear.

The man's gentle and warm breath flowed into the ear canal. Mu Qingtong's golden eyes were slightly glazed over, and his thin eyebrows subconsciously frowned, then relaxed.

[Feeling strange, after thinking about how not to talk into the ear, you understood the D-level spirit clothing's "close range sound transmission\