This demoness was beautiful, with cherry lips, a jade-like nose, and soft, seductive eyes. Her figure was supple as gauze in the mist, bonelessly soft.
Only that perfectly curved smile seemed embedded upon her face. Beautiful though it was, it lacked a measure of life.
It was the smile of a greeter, the smile of a waiter, a polite and formal smile—not one born of happiness.
Her demonic markings showed upon her skin: incomparably intricate and gorgeous crimson snake patterns that ran down from her neck, covering her snowy skin and extending beneath her clothes, presumably spreading over her entire body.
Such patterns should have made onlookers feel danger, yet upon closer inspection, they possessed a fatal allure.
From entering the room to slipping beneath the bed took no more than a breath.
Her movement technique was superb enough that she did not disturb even a speck of dust in the room. She immediately entered a state akin to hibernation, leaving no trace in body or soul and leaking not the slightest breath of aura.
Had Jiang Wang not watched the entire process, he too would have found it difficult to notice that such a demoness was present in the room.
By this point, he could naturally guess this demoness's identity.
With such strength, such a need to conceal herself, and her identity as a snake demon, who else could she be but Snake Guyu, the Crimson Moon King with a fearsome reputation, whom Lu Qilang was pursuing?
And as she entered her hibernation state, the snake patterns across her body rapidly receded, ultimately gathering within her left collarbone into a tiny crescent moon...
A jade bowl holding a crimson moon—truly a fine sight.
A certain ancient god hidden within the mirror could entirely understand this demoness's logic—an inn Lu