"Oh, it's the little girl from the Jiang family."
As an Upper Councilor of the Moonlit Parliament, Su Shijun spotted that solitary, brilliant flash of red on the lawn at a glance, a hint of surprise and a trace of a smile lingering in her voice.
Zheng Qing abruptly pulled back his gaze and looked toward the witch upon the golden seat.
The next second, he let out a muffled grunt and hurriedly dropped his gaze-Su Shijun was not wearing glasses today, and she had even put on makeup! Heaven knew what kind of impact this close-up, direct look had on the young wizard; he felt as though his heart had just been grabbed and forcefully wrung out like a wet towel.
Because the moment before, he was practically gasping for breath out of fear; the next moment, he had forgotten how to breathe entirely because of a beauty too dazzling to look upon. Two completely opposing emotions gripped him like two giant hands clutching both ends of his heart, giving it a vicious twist.
Bang!
A pale cyan magic firework shot into the sky, exploding beside the moon. The brilliant sparks outlined a huge cyan nine-tailed fox that dissipated as its tails spun, transforming into a massive crimson bat with outspread wings, followed by a blue giant wolf, a ghost radiating a pearl-like hazy luster, and a brass-colored zombie.
The images of the five Upper Councilor races of the Moonlit Parliament appeared one by one in the night sky, and the blooming magic fireworks finally awakened the dazed and spellbound wizard.
"Isn't this a ball for the Moon Clan?"
As soon as Zheng Qing spoke, he found his voice somewhat hoarse.
"The tone of voice you're using makes you sound like a medieval vampire that just crawled out of