"Eh? That's the Jiang family's little girl."
As a Moonlit Parliament Upper Councilor, Su Shijun spotted that solitary yet dazzling streak of red on the lawn at a glance. Her voice held a trace of surprise and a hint of amusement.
Zheng Qing abruptly withdrew his gaze and looked toward the witch seated on the golden chair.
The next second, he let out a muffled groan and hurriedly lowered his gaze—Su Shijun wasn't wearing glasses today, and she had even put on makeup! Who knew how much this close-range direct stare would stimulate a young wizard? He felt as though his heart were a towel someone had given a hard twist.
The second before, he had been so afraid he could barely breathe; the next, he had forgotten how to breathe because of a beauty too dazzling to look at. Two utterly different emotions seemed like two giant hands gripping either end of his heart and twisting hard.
Bang!
A pale cyan Magic Firework shot into the sky and exploded beside the moon. Its brilliant sparks outlined a gigantic cyan Nine-tailed Fox, which dissipated amid the swirling fox tails and transformed into a huge Crimson Bat with its wings spread wide. Then came a blue giant wolf, a ghost radiating a hazy, pearly glow, and a Brass Zombie.
The forms of the Five Upper Councilor Races of the Moonlit Parliament appeared one after another in the night sky. The blooming Magic Fireworks finally jolted the dazed young wizard awake.
"Isn't this the Moon Clan's ball?"
As soon as Zheng Qing spoke, he realized that his voice was somewhat hoarse.
"The way you're speaking makes you sound exactly like a medieval Vampire who just crawled out of a Coffin," Su Shijun said. Sitting upright on the throne, she smiled down over