Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"You're not kidding?" The witch frowned slightly, looking at him intently, hoping to get confirmation from him again.

If that's the case, then we need to make plans as soon as possible.

"I lied to you that I was a puppy."

He wasn't lying; when you're fighting yourself, it's a 50/50 situation, with no clear winner.

This isn't deception; it's just telling the truth, honestly and fairly.

"What level is he at now?"

Are you asking him or me?

"..."

This kid is so defensive; he's not sincere at all.

They've been husband and wife many times, and it wasn't just one night of intimacy, so why are they still so wary of each other? What's the point?

"Could the netherworld fall into his hands?"

"Most likely!"

"That would be even worse..."

She looked very worried, with a gloomy expression.

"You seem to really want him dead?" After a moment of silence, he suddenly looked at her with a half-smile and asked the question that had been bothering him.

The witch chuckled and said bluntly, "Death isn't necessarily the answer. It would be best to cripple his cultivation and then castrate him three times."

Fan Zui suddenly felt a chill somewhere...

Three times, which reminded him of the three centimeters he had once measured.

That doesn't mean they'll cut one section at a time, does it?

So you can do it three times!

This woman is really ruthless!

Why do you hate him so much?

"Back then, when the Demonic Sect was destroyed, it was the Marquis of Destruction who led the team. What do you think?"

Speaking of that name, she gritted her teeth, her hatred overflowing.

"But he didn't kill your parents, did he? Even if you have a grudge, you can go after the Marquis of Destruction, why go after Fan Zui?"

Li Hanqiu gave a cold smile, which then transformed into an expression that, while seemingly devoid of any coldness, conveyed a palpable killing intent to anyone who looked at it.

"You've probably heard how much that old man has invested in Fan Zui, so I'm going to destroy what he values ​​most... I've heard that this young prince is a womanizer?"

Fan Zui subconsciously took a step back, looked her up and down, lingering on a certain spot for a while.

"You're not planning to use your beauty to seduce him, are you?"

"..."

When Li Hanqiu noticed his gaze lingering on a certain spot on her body, she suddenly felt a burning sensation. Banishing this strange feeling, she looked at him and said with a charming smile:

"Don't worry, I'm yours for life, I'll never let anyone else have me."

As she spoke, she had already wrapped her arms around his neck.

She gently wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back slightly.

Her sudden, seemingly genuine, tender confession made him feel a slight unease.

As she drew closer, he caught a whiff of her delicate fragrance. He took a deep breath, the scent filling his nostrils and reaching the top of his head, as if opening a fragrant door to the world.

Her body was soft and close to his, and he could feel her warmth and lightness.

Instinctively, he put his arm around her waist, pressed against her body heat, and gently squeezed her, feeling the softness and solidity.

He was drawn to her body, gazing at her alluring face.

He couldn't resist kissing her lips, a tender kiss landing on her red lips.

Their eyes met, and the emotions flowing between them needed no words; they tacitly understood each other's feelings.

They remained silent, as if immersed in a blissful moment.

Snowflakes drifted down, gently dancing above their heads.

Her hair was also covered with pure white snowflakes.

Warmth and romance intertwined, as if creating a world that belonged only to the two of them.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment; they were in their own little world, with only each other.

The falling snowflakes and the white snow in her hair accentuated the flames of love.

At this moment, I wish time could stand still.

Snowflakes fall, true feelings descend.

Beneath the white backdrop, their eyes were pure, containing only each other.

Oh no, from now on, my sword-drawing speed is probably going to be affected...

Fan Zui wailed inwardly.

"What are you thinking about?" The witch was unusually gentle for a moment; her voice didn't even sound like her.

Did I somehow end up with a witch's substitute?

"I'm thinking about what name to give my child."

"..."

Chapter 207 [Confessing My Identity]

After the dream ended, the two went their separate ways.

[Ding, dream over!]

[Complete the hidden quest: Confess your feelings to the witch]

Congratulations on receiving the reward: Skill "Kiss from Afar"

A kiss from afar, even across thousands of miles, can still be stolen; it's real and effective, once a day.

"..."

This is asking me to become a womanizer.

He is a man of noble character, high moral standards, and lofty aspirations; how could he possibly do such a thing?

What a wonderful reward, it turned out to be some kind of virtual kiss.

He would have no use for this skill.

He's not that kind of person!

Wow, the feel of it, how soft it is...

imperial capital.

A thousand meters below the observatory, in a small world.

The witch awoke from her dream and slowly got up to go to the window.

The black night sky was a hazy gray, with a light drizzle falling and a cold wind blowing.

She stood there, gazing at the horizon, a faint joy rising in her heart.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, flashing with dazzling light.

Overjoyed, she did some quick calculations and hoped to ignite the power of the shooting star to make her wish come true.

However, before she could finish calculating, her movements came to an abrupt halt.

Just now, she seemed to feel someone secretly kiss her.

Her heart pounded, and her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, but she couldn't find anyone.

Filled with doubt and trepidation, she was at a loss for what to do.

The sensation at that moment felt so real; it couldn't be fake.

She could feel the warm touch, as if a pair of soft lips had briefly pressed against hers.

Even more incredibly, the warmth lingering on her lips was still there, clearly transmitted to her nerves.

She stood frozen in place, her body stiff, her thoughts in turmoil.

She didn't know what had happened, nor who had given her this unexpected contact.

But she knew this was no accident; there must be a mystery hidden behind it.

She gazed at the sky, a sharp glint in her eyes.

She subconsciously raised her hand and gently touched her lips, trying to find more clues.

Could this be a hint from the universe, or an arrangement of fate?