In the ancient Southern Frontier, the most talented and beautiful Holy Maiden...
"Wow."
Seductive words echoed in her ears as the cool night breeze brushed against her hair.
Looking back once more.
The moonlight outside the window was bright, casting dancing shadows of trees.
The surging within had vanished without a trace, and the "Enchantress" had disappeared completely.
A hundred legged arthropod climbed and crawled, the golden-red centipede was wrapped by the mouse, slipping back into the silk quilt; the ice mint in the copper furnace gently burned, emitting ethereal white smoke that refreshed the mind of the insects, while Might lay beside, exhaling smoke rings.
Li Xianghan suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Quick, quick, quick, Huang, grind! Hui, paper! Little White, pen! Hurry, make it clean."
"Heeya!"
The mice bared their teeth and yelled, then crisscrossed and leaped like the wind.
In a moment.
