"Oh, it's the little Jiang girl."
As an Upper Councilor of the Moonlit Parliament, Su Shijun spotted that lonely yet brilliant splash of red on the lawn in the blink of an eye, a hint of surprise and a touch of smile coloring her voice.
Zheng Qing abruptly withdrew his gaze and looked toward the witch upon the golden chair.
The next second, he let out a muffled grunt and quickly lowered his gaze-Su Shijun wasn't wearing glasses today, and she was wearing makeup! Heaven knew what kind of impact this close-up, direct view had on the young wizard; he felt as though his heart had just been grabbed like a towel and wrung out hard by someone.
Because in the previous second, he was gasping for breath out of fear; in the next second, he forgot how to breathe due to her blinding beauty. These two completely contrasting emotions were like a pair of giant hands grabbing the two ends of his heart and twisting them fiercely.
Bang!
A light cyan magic firework shot into the sky and exploded beside the moon. The brilliant sparks outlined a huge Cyan Nine-tailed Fox, which dissipated as its tails spun, transforming into a giant Crimson Bat with outspread wings, followed by a Blue Giant Wolf, a ghost radiating a pearl-like hazy color, and a Brass Zombie.
The forms of the five Upper Councilor races of the Moonlit Parliament were presented one by one in the night sky, and the blooming magic fireworks finally awakened the dazed wizard.
"Isn't this a ball for the Moon Clan?"
As soon as Zheng Qing spoke, he found his voice somewhat hoarse.
"The tone you're speaking in makes you sound like a medieval vampire that just crawled out of a coffin," Su Shijun said, sitting upright on