Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Are they in love now?

Li Hanqiu pondered, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

This tooth mark seems to be a promise, a silent agreement, carrying the deep emotions between them.

She continued to gaze at herself in the mirror, pondering the authenticity of this relationship and its future direction.

The raindrops continued to fall, just like the ever-changing emotions in her heart.

She knew that this tooth mark would become their memory, and no matter what the future held, it would be forever etched in her heart.

Ok?

Aren't teeth marks something from a dream? How did they come into reality?

She instantly realized the key point.

If I remember correctly, she had bitten him before, leaving teeth marks on his shoulder.

Has this also been brought into reality?

Could this lead to his true identity?

Li Hanqiu was deep in thought, pondering.

One by one, the plans gradually took shape in her mind.

"A Spring Festival surprise..."

With the Spring Festival approaching, he should come to the capital.

That will be her chance.

The dream flashed through her mind, and even a witch like her, unrestrained and wild, couldn't help but blush slightly.

If he doesn't stop it, this will probably be another attempt by the two of them to use their souls together...

Recalling the details made her feel her cheeks burning.

Unaware of her own absence, she had completely lost the ruthless killing intent she once possessed.

Only an unconcealable shyness remained.

The hatred of the past has long been cast aside.

With the Spring Festival approaching, she felt somewhat uneasy.

Dreams may be bold and unrestrained, but they are ultimately just dreams.

Reality is reality because it is real.

"The things in dreams can bring out Lai, what's the reason for that..."

Unlike Fan Zui, Li Anqiu was not busy and had plenty of free time to study the secrets of dreams.

This is why she successively mastered the unspoken rules of the secret realm, surpassing Fan Zui by a great deal.

"If I can control the secret realm and bring out what's inside, can I also bring him out of the dream..."

Li Hanqiu made a bold guess and decided to experiment with it in her next dream.

Success would be great, but failure would mean no loss to her.

When she got up, looking at herself in her thin, transparent clothes, she muttered to herself:

"If he saw me like this, would he act impulsively?"

A sense of anticipation and challenge welled up within her, and she couldn't help but smile.

[Ding, dream over!]

[Complete the hidden quest: Bite the Witch]

[Congratulations on receiving the following rewards: Intimacy +5%, Cultivation Level +1, Body Refinement Level +1]

Chapter 183 [Sparring with the Sword Maiden]

Fan Zui opened his eyes. A gentle breeze blew in through the window, swaying the thin gauze curtains and casting blurry, ethereal shadows.

A tingling sensation spread through his arm, and a delicate face came into view. Orange was curled up in the crook of his arm, looking exactly like a sweet and docile kitten falling asleep.

The alluring and enchanting scenery on the bed is intoxicating.

The silk-soft sheets, like a gentle cloud, warmly envelop the body and exude a faint fragrance.

The silky smooth texture gently embraces the skin, bringing a sense of pleasure.

The pillow was slightly wrinkled, as if recording the peace and sweetness of the night.

A down-soft pillow nestled against the back of my head, providing warmth and comfort.

The delicate patterns on the pillowcases add a touch of elegance, complementing the bed sheets and creating a charming picture.

The strands of hair scattered on the bed were delicate and shiny, like the soft glow of the morning sun.

They silently recount the tender moments left behind last night, memories etched on every single thread.

A piece of silk quilt lay scattered among the folds of the blanket.

Its smooth texture feels like the softest caress in the world, warmly enveloping the body and soothing the weary soul.

The curtains swayed gently, letting in a soft, warm light. The light shone on the blankets, like a gentle whisper of light on the bed, exuding tranquility and comfort.

A book by the bed, not yet fully closed, reveals the traces of reading left by its owner before falling asleep.

A fluffy plush pillow, like a loyal companion, exudes a warm and joyful atmosphere.

That was a birthday gift from Fan Zui to Ju Zi. He originally intended it to be a guarantee or a pillow for her, but the girl couldn't bear to part with it and left it perfectly intact to the side.

He would only occasionally reach out and gently pinch the doll's face, revealing a slight smile as if amusing himself.

The orange was sweetly immersed in a warm dream, her sleeping posture like a touching painting.

Her body curved gracefully into a beautiful arc. Her slender arms rested gently on her waist, exuding an elegant and feminine charm.

His face was serene and peaceful, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if carrying a pleasant smile.

The smile seemed to indicate that she had encountered a beautiful dream, or that she had discovered a sense of ease and joy in her contemplation.

Thick eyelashes gently covered her closed eyes, like a pair of feather fans, adding a touch of mystery and charm to her sleeping posture.

Her long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she were savoring something interesting in her dream, making her sleeping posture even more charming.

Her hair was spread out on the pillow, soft and shiny, with a faint fragrance.

Her whole body exuded a relaxed and tranquil atmosphere, as if she were enjoying a carefree dream.

Such a sleeping posture makes one want to reach out and touch her, longing to enter this blissful dream with her.

In the darkness, a gentle smile, like autumn dew, appeared on that slightly handsome face, followed by a light, fleeting kiss on his forehead.

The lips are soft and fragrant, like a mountain spring flowing over rocks.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she murmured something, her little hands held him tightly, her head nestled in his arms, and she continued to sleep soundly.

Cultivation depends on talent and diligence; the saying "the early bird catches the worm" cannot be fully captured in a single sentence.

One needs to take practical actions to gradually experience the hardships of spiritual practice.

As the sun rose, a patch of red suddenly appeared on the horizon, which, along with two slightly separated clouds, looked just like a monkey's bright red bottom.

Although some dew from the previous night remained on the roof of the villa, it evaporated and dried the moment Fan Zui sat cross-legged.

A small ant carrying a heavy load unfortunately perished under its rear end, probably never seeing clearly what kind of enormous creature had fallen from the sky before it died.

As the rhythmic breathing gradually deepened, with each inhale and exhale, faint wisps of red light could be seen gathering from the clouds in the sky, disappearing as they were inhaled into the body.

His face, however, shone with a radiant glow, as if a precious jade had been born.

On a wide open space below the villa, sword shadows were numerous and sword intent was rampant, but the sharp sword intent that seemed capable of annihilating everything seemed to have no power and did not cause any damage to the surrounding plants.

It has a rather superficial feel to it.

However, a knowledgeable swordsman would be incredibly envious of this scene, and might even disregard the age difference and kneel down to become the disciple of that aloof young woman who looks to be no more than twenty years old.

Of course, this is destined to be just a one-sided apprenticeship ceremony; sword intent still depends on talent and opportunity.

Those who comprehend the essence of swordsmanship are one in ten thousand. Even in the "Comprehensive History of the Qian Yuan Era," which does not encompass all the wonders of the world, the number of those who comprehend the essence of swordsmanship recorded is very small.

Comprehending sword intent is already incredibly difficult, let alone advancing to the next level.

A person who has mastered the sword intent will be surrounded by sword intent, and may even suffer a backlash, harming themselves and others.

If you want to master it completely and control it with ease, you must immerse yourself in seclusion and practice diligently, mastering it little by little.

Only when one can cut a hair without breaking it, make a cut without leaving a mark, and slice without damaging the surface, can one be considered to have achieved some minor success.

This aloof young woman in flowing white robes has now reached the threshold of doing as she pleases.

The sword intent roams freely without harming the surroundings in the slightest; the sword moves with the will, and the sword intent follows the heart—this is the realm of swordsmanship.

It's easy to see that this is a genius with such high talent that it inspires envy.

To have grasped the essence of swordsmanship at such a young age, who knows what legendary realm he will reach in the future.

The Sword Master of that time comprehended the sword intent, becoming invincible among those of the same realm, and causing his peers to wail in agony.