I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng couldn't see Ke Yanqing's eyes, but he vaguely felt a chill pass by in an instant.

He remained calm, slightly raising his head from the wheelchair, and asked softly with confusion, "Sister Qing, what's wrong?"

"....."

The concern in the young man's tone made Ke Yanqing's murderous glare pause. She lifted the umbrella, revealing her full face, her expression already restored to a gentle warmth. Her cool, tender eyes quietly gazed at him with a faint smile, "It's nothing, you were frightened yesterday, Sister Qing was just worried about you."

Saying that, she walked behind Xia Feng, pushing the wheelchair towards the bathroom.

At the same time, she continued to observe the surroundings in her peripheral vision, finding no traces of any assassin's body.

Could it be that the assassins sent by Kovis hadn't arrived yet?

Or perhaps they had already been instantly killed by Ko Nan, leaving no trace.

It's impossible for Ko Nan, who had been weak and ill since childhood, to have such strength.

So if it was the second possibility, it undoubtedly indicated that Ko Nan truly existed under the influence of the Calamity's cause and effect, meaning Ko Nan was not her brother.

Ha~ not her brother....

Ke Yanqing's gently lowered insane, indifferent gaze became cool and gentle again, coinciding with the wheelchair-bound youth turning his head to look up at her.

The face covered by a black mask on the upper half, though not seeing the true face, the contour of the lower face alone suggests an imagined handsome visage.

Ke Yanqing recalled briefly, suddenly realizing that she couldn't remember the little brother's exact appearance, as if he had been wearing a mask due to facial disfigurement since childhood.

The Calamity's causal binding generally does not change appearance or age, meaning the true appearance of the person in front of her is indeed like this, only possibly altering hair color and physical health.

To be honest, this is truly.... Ke Yanqing's delicate hands pressed down on the wheelchair boy's shoulders, increasing the pressure.

"Sister Qing? It hurts..." Xia Feng increasingly felt something was off, yet still spoke with a tone resembling a startled fawn.

And why was this woman taking him to the bathroom?

"Come, Little Nan, take off your shirt." A cool, tender voice whispered by his ear, and the slender hands behind him began to touch his abdomen, lifting the edge of his shirt.

"?!" Xia Feng was full of question marks, "Sister Qing, what are you doing?"

"Those maids aren't quick at their tasks, and since Sister Qing happens to have time, I'll help clean your body."

No way, ma'am, do you have no sense of boundaries?

Moreover, isn't the Disaster Poison erupting outside right now? Aren't you even a bit concerned as a prominent maid? Xia Feng felt his scalp tingling, increasingly sensing something was wrong.

The fabricated memory given to him by the Calamity Rules didn't show Ke Yanqing being this intimate with him.

But before Xia Feng could think much, his upper body was already stripped.

Ke Yanqing hugged him straight into the bathtub already filled with water, her flag skirt quickly clinging to her leg's curves as it got soaked, her shapely hips pressing into a tempting arc at the edge of the armrest, slowly sliding down, submerging halfway into the water.

Xia Feng didn't understand what madness she was in, momentarily unsure whether to resist, hesitating, he found himself lying quietly in the lap of the flag-skirted woman.

"Relax." A low, gentle command sounded by his ear, Xia Feng's mind blurred, inexplicably his whole body relaxed, sinking back, his head resting between fog-rain and Qing Shan.

Two delicate hands slid up his chest, cool, tender fingertips drifting downward like a brush painting ethereal landscapes.

"Ha~" A warm, ambiguous breath brushed past his ear, that celestial sound coming from an endless distant ethereal realm, making one's mind waver,

"Tell Sister, what is your true name?"

....

Somewhere in a dimly lit room.

A tall figure stood with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, a subordinate hurriedly approached from behind, speaking in a deep voice:

"Young master, Maid has suddenly returned to the small courtyard!"

The man draped an abyssal black coat over his shoulders, underneath paired with an English-style white shirt with casually unbuttoned buttons, his handsome face styled in a slicked-back look, his darkly alluring eyes calm and serene.

Upon hearing the subordinate's report, he slightly frowned but remained unhurried.

He had thought he could take advantage of the chaos to solve that crippled brother and arrange the scene to blame the Heavenly Gifted Poison.

This decision was made on the spur of the moment, lacking elaborate planning.

But it seems.... Sister Qing had almost instantly learned of it, clearly showing that Sister Qing had planted informants within his sphere of influence.

Heh heh~ He was not bothered by Ke Yanqing extending her hand into his domain, for this exactly signified Sister Qing's concern for him.

However, mere concern was far from enough.

He, Kovis, could achieve first place in every aspect, always leading among peers of the Golden Sparrow's Eighth Generation.

He was now on the brink of becoming a Venerable, and at least for his age, the speed of becoming a Venerable was unheard of even among the super-geniuses of past generations.

His first Dao Fruit was exceptionally powerful, yet accompanying it were countless obstacles to becoming a Venerable.

The biggest obstacle being overcoming the Heart Demon.

His feelings for Sister Qing had long surpassed mere sibling affection, filled with tabooed possessiveness. Unfortunately, Sister Qing always treated him just as a brother, sparking his Heart Demon.

To overcome his Heart Demon, he sought an alternate path, attempting to find someone resembling Sister Qing as a substitute. Unfortunately, the Elemental Church's forceful intervention led to the alliance failing before even meeting that person.

But it didn't matter; he had now found a way to have Sister Qing willingly let go of Lunde and accept him.

As for that girl from the minor Mu family, failing to grasp such a heavenly gift was her loss.

Kovis gently tapped his fingers on the window outside, pondering for a moment.

Being discovered by Ke Yanqing that he sent assassins wasn't a major issue. After all, it wasn't the first time in eight years.

Kovis recalled that eight years ago, during the assassination of Ko Nan, Sister Qing seemed merely to reprimand him in anger, ordering him to reflect in solitude, without any real consequences.

After all, both the palm and back of the hand are parts of the flesh. Sister Qing's decisive exterior masked a soft heart; she wouldn't resort to extreme measures unless pushed to the limit.

Moreover, he was still her most beloved brother. Kovis chuckled, turned, "Let's go, Sister Qing will surely call for me to receive punishment."

"But sir, the Disaster Poison outside is still spreading, and the resistance from the various military divisions hasn't achieved effective results."

"It's alright; after all, it's also time to meet my worthless brother."

"Heh~~" A warm, ambiguous breath brushed past his ear, a gentle hand caressed his chest, Xia Feng's black eyes dazed, the back of his head sinking deeper, as if being drawn into the abyss by the celestial music, 'Tell your sister, what is your true name?'

His mind wandered, feeling tempted to reveal his true name.

Of course, more than anything, he wanted to laugh. Xia Feng wanted to laugh at this foolish maid, daring to use the Illusion Technique on someone whose spiritual power had reached the God Realm?

"My true name is.... Ko Nan." Xia Feng said blankly, leaving Ke Yanqing momentarily stunned. She had risked everything to learn this person's true name, only to apparently have guessed wrong?

He, was truly her brother? Ke Yanqing herself felt a fleeting bewilderment, and at this moment, "Sister Qing, why are you asking me this?"

The boy, puzzled, softly asked as he suddenly turned around, pressing her wrists above her head, looking down at her.

The wooden hairpin in her hair, strands sticking to lips, her cool, tender beautiful eyes yet to return from confusion, dimming further into emptiness, lost, completely relaxed, mechanically parting her red lips....