I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 329 - 304. Sorry, master

An 8-year-old boy followed a 12-year-old girl to a place called Liu Mansion.

Unexpectedly for Xia Feng.

Liu Mansion was not any noble's estate.

Or rather, it only pretended to be a noble's estate on the surface, but actually housed nearly ten thousand orphans in an underground base!

According to Gong Changyi's introduction, the owner of Liu Mansion was called "Liu Zhengen," whom everyone addressed as Doctor Liu.

Sadly, the place wasn't the "home" Little Xiafeng had imagined, and the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.

It was even more stifling than a slum.

Here, all the children were under eighteen, dressed neatly, and well-fed, yet everyone's brows were furrowed tightly, faces strained as if something constantly drove them forward.

Despite the strange atmosphere, thankfully, Sister Yi was there.

According to the rules of the mansion, all children were divided into two categories—masters and servants.

Children who were "masters" would leave the mansion under Doctor Liu's guidance when they turned 12, to find their "servants" and bring them back.

Masters and servants were required to pair up, sharing meals and sleeping quarters, inseparable for at least four years.

According to the "Mansion Handbook," this process was called cultivating tacit understanding and ways of thinking, ultimately achieving "Dual Mansion Thought Consonance."

Little Xiafeng didn't understand what that meant. He asked Sister Yi, who just tenderly patted his head telling him not to worry about these things, saying he just needed to stay by her side.

Little Xiafeng took Sister Yi's words seriously, nodded earnestly, then snuggled into the warm embrace of Sister Yi and continued to sleep soundly.

"Mr. Xia, you seem quite at ease." A cold, indifferent voice suddenly echoed in Xia Feng's heart, giving him a good scare.

Out of nowhere, a woman in a black dress was seated cross-legged at the desk, the dim halo of the desk lamp illuminating her stunning features.

"No way, Miss Mu, can't you make your appearances less frightening? I almost had a heart attack," Xia Feng thought to himself.

It had been a month since he entered the Memory World, and Xia Feng found his spiritual power gradually returning to normal, his thoughts becoming sharp again, enabling him to control Little Xiafeng's body.

But he had chosen not to do so, letting Little Xiafeng act on his own.

Because any interference with Little Xiafeng's decisions could substantially alter or drastically skew the trajectory of the Memory World.

Then he wouldn't be able to recall his lost childhood memories.

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Fortunately, the passage of time in the Memory World was randomly chaotic; one moment could proceed at a normal pace, and the next could accelerate millions of times until—like a slideshow—it moved to the next day, the next week...

Suddenly, a month had passed.

"Miss Mu, won't your appearance here draw Gong Changyi's attention?" Xia Feng noted that the girl holding him slowly closed her eyes, completely oblivious to the black-dressed woman who had suddenly appeared beside the desk.

"Don't worry, she can't see me. You could think of me—right now I'm descending into your Memory World in a conceptual form, an intangible presence."

"An intangible presence?"

Hearing this, Xia Feng's unease slightly abated, and he sighed in relief with a light chuckle, "Oh ho, so you mean, you can't really do anything to the current me?"

Originally, he had been worried that Mu Qingtong might play dirty, bullying his younger self, but it seemed now...

"If I wish, I can condense into a physical form and interfere with your Memory World," the woman in the black dress said softly.

"..." Xia Feng's burgeoning smug smile instantly vanished, his tone sincere and earnest, "Miss Mu, I wasn't trying to provoke you just now."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes!"

Xia Feng felt it was absurd, how extraordinary must Mu Qingtong's spiritual power be for her to freely travel and manifest within the memory worlds created by the Nightmare World…

Considering that over seventy thousand people were drawn into the Nightmare World, which meant there were over seventy thousand memory worlds.

Xia Feng's current spiritual power had just reached the Venerable level, allowing him to swiftly control his childhood body within an "extremely short time."

But to achieve consciousness separation and then form his adult self, he was still slightly lacking the necessary spiritual power.

In the Nightmare World, spiritual power ruled supreme.

According to Mu Qingtong's previous rough description, only when one's spiritual power reached the Sage level could they travel into adjacent memory worlds and observe others' memories.

For someone like Mu Qingtong who not only traveled between worlds at will but could also freely condense physical forms, her spiritual power must be incredibly high.

Xia Feng wanted to ask Mu Qingtong something else.

However, at that moment, his eyelids twitched and, lifting his tender little face with pursed lips, he nervously stuttered, "Sister Yi, there's something I want to tell you…"

"Hm?" Gong Changyi blinked, raising her hand to rub his soft cheeks, "Do you want to go outside to see the world again? No, according to the rules, you can't leave the mansion before you turn 12."

Xia Feng felt his cheeks being squished like dough by the girl's cool soft hands.

This girl seemed to really enjoy playing with his tender cheeks, and only gradually stopped after his childish and helpless pleas of 'Sister Yi, stop.'

In the past, Xia Feng didn't mind, but now with Mu Qingtong watching, he felt inexplicably embarrassed.

"Miss Mu, could you turn your head and not watch for a moment?" Xia Feng, feeling uneasy under that lingering gaze, telepathically communicated.

"Mr. Xia, considering you are my fiancé, yet showing no resistance in another woman's arms, that's quite inappropriate," Mu Qingtong said calmly, stating Xia Feng's wrongdoing.

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At first, Xia Feng wanted to retort something, but then, thinking it over, he lightly laughed, "Miss Mu, are you jealous of a child?"

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"Hmm~ Sister Yi, wait a second, that's not what I meant." Xia Feng forcefully pushed her with his small hands.

Gong Changyi raised an eyebrow, this being the first time Little Feng had ever resisted her, so she clamped down harder on the boy's cheeks and gently said with a bend in her slender eyes, "Little Feng, that's not nice. Sister doesn't like a disobedient little brother~"

Little Xiafeng acutely sensed a displeasure in Sister Yi's tone, immediately feeling a flutter of panic.

He quickly gave up resisting and, lowering his gaze uneasily, said, "Sorry... master."

After entering the mansion, servants were to refer to their 'masters' with utmost respect, indicating a strict hierarchical relationship.

Usually, Gong Changyi allowed him to call her 'Sister Yi', adopting a more casual friend-like attitude.

But he knew deep down that his transformation from a slum dweller to a luxurious life in Liu Mansion, a life he once couldn't even dream of, was all thanks to Gong Changyi.

It was Gong Changyi who reached out her hand, pulling him from darkness into light, granting him everything, and providing him a sense of home he had longed for.

Still, he didn't quite understand his feelings for Sister Yi, but he knew he didn't want to lose her, fearful more than anything of losing her.

Afraid of losing the only 'relative' he had in this world.

...

Xia Feng watched silently all that unfolded before him, with memories resurfacing in his mind slowly aligning with the present, he could feel how uneasy and chaotic his younger self felt.

As a child, he seemed extremely... exceedingly attached to Gong Changyi.