Chapter 543 543. Transmission
In the narrow space, ice-blue cold air surrounded the three women, wisps of strands quickly freezing.
The boy's cheeks, sandwiched between the three women, were hot, and the yang energy was escaping. The red stream of light forced away the coldness all over his body.
However, Yang Qi can only relieve the stiffness of the body, allowing the physical body to move slightly and reduce the coldness, but it cannot resist the mental freezing.
Xia Feng is now mentally exhausted and still unable to keep his mind active and lies.
Fortunately, the three women's mental strength is generally very high.
Jiang Qiu'e was once a star god. Even though he is now in a weak stage, his mental strength is still not low.
No need to mention Mu Qingtong. As for Chana Yuki, although she is weaker than the previous two, her spiritual weapon also belongs to the spiritual system and can provide her with high mental power.
For this reason, the three women stayed in the ice for so long, and their minds were still very active, but their bodies were frozen and it was difficult to move.
Mu Qingtong glanced down with her beautiful eyes, looking down in front of her. The thunder of the two stupid saints suppressed Mr. Xia like four peaks. Not only that, they also deliberately squeezed her.
Especially Chana Yuki, the scale is indeed very large, as if she can gain a sense of superiority by comparing with her in this way, and she looks at her with a condescending look.
I have to say that Chanaixue, like Mr. Xia, is in need.
Mu Qingtong raised his golden eyes and met the pair of purple eyes that seemed to be looking down at him, and looked at each other quietly for a while.
Obviously she had found an advantage, but for some reason, Chanaxue was a little scared of being stared at. She pursed her lips and took the lead in giving in and lowering her eyes.
"Xia Feng came in on his own initiative. He should have a way to save us."
Jiang Qiu'e opened her mouth to break the silence, frowning in thought, "But now his mind is frozen, and soon his consciousness will die, and he will die completely, and he will be unable to speak at all. What should I do?"
"Give him spiritual energy. Okay." Mu Qingtong said softly, "Pull him up."
The two women looked at the woman below them in confusion, not understanding what she was going to do.
There are indeed spiritual clothes in this world whose function is to transmit spiritual power. They can transmit their own spiritual power to the target.
But now several people cannot use the spiritual clothes at all, and their respective spiritual weapons do not have this ability.
How to convey spiritual power?
But Jiang Qiu'e still resisted the desire to continue rubbing Xia Feng's face and the tip of her nose. She lowered her slender eyelashes covered with ice slag and did as she was told.
Affixed the word "moving" to Xia Feng's eyebrows, and pulled him up a short distance from the darkness of the deep valley.
Xia Feng's face was facing her and Chana Xue.
The distance is very close, Jiang Qiu'e's breath hits Xia Feng's thin lips, the black pupils in front of her are bright and solid, she breathes in the fragrance, Xian Lengqiao's dimple subconsciously lowers forward, her red lips are about to touch At that moment of thin lips, a thin finger suddenly stretched out from below.
Standing between red lips and thin lips.
Mu Qingtong's golden eyes were pale, and she pressed her fingertips against the red lips of the woman in the green skirt. Then she clamped Xia Feng's chin with her backhand and raised her face, which was gradually getting hot and red.
Under the gaze of Jiang Qiu'e and Chana Xue's slowly widening beautiful eyes, Mu Qingtong lowered her head and kissed Xia Feng.
"!!!" The two saints looked at the scene close at hand, breathing heavily, no, what is this perverted woman doing?
But soon, they discovered that a huge amount of spiritual power overflowed from the silver-haired woman's wet lips and surged towards Xia Feng.
But this made them both more confused.
Spiritual power can indeed be transmitted directly without using spiritual clothing or spiritual weapons, but if 10,000 points of spiritual power are transmitted, only 1 point of spiritual power may be successfully received by the target.
The transmission loss in this process is very scary. That's why it is necessary to use means such as spiritual clothing and spiritual weapons to reduce transmission losses.
Mu Qingtong is now directly and roughly delivering mental power to Xia Feng without any external force.
Even if Mu Qingtong's mental power is huge, he can't withstand being made like this, right?
In fact, Jiang Qiu'e had thought of this method just now, but even in her heyday, it was still difficult to awaken Xia Feng through such a crude and brainless method.
So, how dare the silver-haired woman do it?
Cha Naixue didn't have as many thoughts as Jiang Qiu'e. Her purple pupils widened subconsciously as she stared blankly at the strange scene so close at hand.
With a few strands of soft silver hair hanging down, Xiao Feng raised her neck, and there was a faint trace of body fluid overflowing from the corners of her lips, sliding along her chin, past the raised Adam's apple, and into her collarbone.
Chanaxue never thought that this hateful childhood sweetheart would be so astringent.
In the past, Xia Feng had a very bad attitude towards her. He looked indifferent and disliked her. He would only tease her a few words when he was happy, which was very annoying.
But now, this hateful man was unable to resist Mu Qingtong's aggression and allowed himself to be bullied.
Of course, Mu Qingtong is actually saving Xia Feng now.
But looking at Mu Qingtong's skillful posture and the natural movement of clamping Xia Feng's jaw with his thin hands, it was obvious that he was playing with Xiao Feng a lot.
While her thoughts were in chaos, Cha Naixue realized that she had lowered her head without knowing when, and her delicate mandible gently landed on Xiao Feng's collarbone, moving up to rub against it, and her breathing became shallow.
Jiang Qiu'e also came back to her senses at this time, her ethereal beautiful eyes expanded slightly, and the evil scene of Xia Feng being violated by the two women was reflected in her pupils.
She pursed her red lips lightly, her lowered eyes trembled slightly, and she leaned forward slightly with an indifferent expression, pressing against Xia Feng's chest hard.
It was also at this time that she clearly felt that Xia Feng actually showed signs of movement under the spiritual power of the silver-haired woman.
What a terrifying mental capacity this is? Jiang Qiu'e felt incredible in her heart.
Soon, with the help of Mu Qingtong, Xia Feng's stagnant thinking was loosened and he could think smoothly.
For this reason, although he could only see Miss Mu's snow-white thin neck, he could still vaguely feel a little moisture on the right collarbone through the touch of the skin, and the left chest was constantly being squeezed hard.
Why are these two stupid saints so crazy?
Xia Feng didn't expect that just when he came in to save someone, he didn't think about it for a while, and everything went into chaos.
But fortunately, Miss Mu had a tacit understanding with him and understood what he meant by forcing his way into this place.
The reason why he dared to forcefully enter the ice even though he lacked mental strength was because of the extreme confidence that Miss Mu's terrifying mental power gave him.
The transmission of mental power without relying on any external force does consume a lot of energy, but when the capacity of mental power exceeds common sense, everything is no longer a problem, and it can be squandered.
As his thinking became smoother, Xia Feng raised his chin and signaled to Miss Mu that it was okay and there was no need to excessively consume her mental energy.
Mu Qingtong then slowly raised her cool and pretty face, her beautiful eyes glanced at the wet stains on the corners of Mr. Xue's eyebrows pushed the woman's head away slightly.
Chanaixue came back from the chaotic thoughts, her expression was slightly stiff, she pursed her lips and said softly as if she didn't care: "I'm sorry, I'm too cold, I want to breathe in more yang energy."
Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes looked coldly at the saint, and said nothing, but looked at Xia Feng again:
"Mr. Xia, is there any way to escape?"
(End of this chapter) )