The Madness of Fingertips

After Xia Feng transmigrated, his heart was mysteriously removed.
In its place, a defective demon heart capable of sustaining life only for eighteen years was implanted. 
This is a magical heart that can sync with the power level of its target.
To stay alive, he bound himself to the ultimate villain of the future, a Destructive Witch who was destined to destroy the world.
The stronger the Destructive Witch becomes, the stronger he becomes!
Thus, Xia Feng realized, it's not my fault for stirring up trouble: "Miss Witch, I admit you're strong, but not strong enough!"

I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng looked puzzled. The old man's reaction was something he truly never anticipated. Shouldn't he be upset about his Spiritual Artifact being copied? It's like his wife was copied and then ****ed...


"Tsk." The old man patted the dust off his body and slowly stood up, his hoarse voice filled with mockery, "Silly boy, it seems you still don't know that your life has already begun its countdown."


As he spoke, he extended three fingers and slowly lowered them one by one, simultaneously baring his teeth and counting downwards, "3—"


As all fingers folded down, the old man furrowed his brows and spoke again, more gravely, "1!"


Two figures, one clad in black, the other in white, had walked up close to him.


A cold breeze fluttered through the Dark Forest, and under the Blood Moon, a line of crows lazily flew by in the sky, resembling a row of black dots.


71. Friends should not be deceived.