Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The birds in the trees were chirping, seemingly praising the beautiful afternoon, which brought a sense of comfort and satisfaction.

Fan Zui lay comfortably and contentedly on the grassland, enjoying the gentle breeze on his face.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he vaguely remembered that he had cut his wrist, trying to save the old lady with his own blood.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but his vision blurred, and then he collapsed, powerless.

I don't remember anything after that.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on this vast and boundless grassland.

Fan Zui knew that he had entered a dream.

It seems he has been unconscious for at least two days.

And so, it appeared directly in the dream.

However, this time, for some unknown reason, the witch chose the Dream Grassland.

What does she want to do on the green grassland?

In the distance, the sound of flowing water could be heard; the crisp sound of the water, like a small symphony, permeated the entire sunny afternoon.

Several butterflies fluttered among the flowers, sometimes dancing gracefully, sometimes pausing to savor the petals.

A gentle breeze caressed their wings, making it seem as if they were performing a graceful ballet, gliding through this world.

Suddenly, a leaf fell from the branch and gently touched the ground with a soft thud.

A gentle breeze brushes past my ears, as if traversing the long corridor of time; soft sunlight caresses my face, narrating a beautiful and tranquil afternoon.

Occasionally, insects chirped in the grass, seemingly adding a musical touch to this beautiful afternoon.

Bathed in sunlight, Fan Zui felt joyful and peaceful, as if he had escaped the world and was immersed in this beautiful and tranquil moment.

However, a sudden sound shattered the rare afternoon tranquility.

"You seem quite relaxed. What, nothing to do, so you've sneaked into my dream again?"

The witch's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Then, space distorted, and she slowly walked out from the spatial rift.

The gradually closing spatial rift behind her seemed to proclaim her immense power.

This witch is wearing a loose, elegant purple ancient dress today, and her hair and pupils are also a deep purple.

Her beauty matched her mystery and magic.

Their steps were slow and graceful, as if each step had its own rhythm.

As she walked by, the ground seemed to tremble inexplicably, as if everything about her possessed an incredible magic.

She parted her lips slightly and let out a charming laugh.

The voice, stolen from the boundless abyss, instilled a strange sense of oppression, as if one had fallen into a chaotic mental world.

But this time, it was the first time Fan Zui felt that she wasn't so scary.

At least, both the opening remarks and the meeting place were very proper.

I had no clothes or legs missing, and I enjoyed warm sunshine and a cool breeze.

If it could always be like this, then thank God.

"It seems like you've just experienced some major ups and downs in your life?"

The witch sat down beside him, glanced at him, and said casually.

Upon hearing this, Fan Zui was slightly startled. This witch's insight was truly remarkable; her judgment was remarkably accurate.

"I just slept with a few witches, and my back and waist are aching, so I'm lying here to rest for a while before going back to fight."

What did you dream about this time? You seem to be in a good mood.

Fan Zui countered with a question.

"It's nothing. I just killed a lifelong enemy like you, and I'm in a good mood, so my dream was naturally much more peaceful."

Lifelong rivals?

As the saying goes, enemies are destined to meet on a narrow road; no matter where you go in life, you will eventually have to face off against each other.

Her implication was that she and Fan Zui would eventually settle their score.

As for when, it will be the moment we meet in reality.

Fan Zui pretended not to understand, and simply said:

"Congratulations on taking down your opponent."

The two were not strangers, and Li Hanqiu was already used to his casualness.

After sitting down, she let out a heavy sigh of relief and asked:

"You know about the Yangzhou Rebellion, right?"

Fan Zui's heart tightened slightly. He had found it strange last time that this witch was so quick to spread information.

Logically speaking, the Yangzhou turmoil had only just begun, and hadn't even reached the capital yet, but she already knew about it.

And they seem to know a great deal of detail.

Could it be that the Yangzhou turmoil was related to her?

Witch?

Acacia sect?

Could she be the extremely mysterious sect leader of the Hehuan Sect?

Most likely!

If that's the case, then I still need to be more careful.

If she is still in Yangzhou, and my identity is exposed, I'll be completely finished.

With her formidable strength, it's doubtful anyone in the Fan family can protect him now.

If he told her that he knew about the turmoil in Yangzhou, it would be tantamount to telling her that he was not far from Yangzhou, or even possibly in Yangzhou.

If I tell her that I don't know, it would seem like I'm deliberately hiding my identity, and I'm definitely in Yangzhou.

I'll insert it!

It seems like no matter what I say, it's wrong.

Fan Zui glanced at her; this witch really knows how to dig a pit.

This is an attempt to test one's identity and position.

After a moment's thought, Fan Zui casually said, "Apart from madmen like you, no one in Qian Yuan dares to start a disturbance now, let alone one involving an entire prefecture."

Of the nine provinces under heaven, the Qian Yuan Empire occupies five, the Northern Barbarian Empire occupies three, and the remaining one is occupied by a shameless, thick-skinned land immortal who uses it as a Taoist temple.

The scale of unrest in a single state is unimaginable.

Fan Zui's answer seemed to have surprised her greatly, and she immediately smiled charmingly.

She wore a light gauze dress, her slightly tousled hair stood on her shoulders, and her exquisite figure was faintly visible.

It makes people's eyes unconsciously move downwards.

The witch suddenly leaned closer, gently stroking Fan Zui's cheek with her soft hand, and asked seductively:

"How was it? Did you try the Hehuan Sect's anti-absorption and replenishment secret method that I taught you last time? How was the effect?"

It doesn't matter if you haven't tried it before; with such a vast grassland, you might as well give it a try.

"So, do you want me to teach you?"

Her voice was soft and alluring, full of seduction.

Fan Zui nodded subconsciously.

Seeing this, the witch unconsciously curled a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth.

Kid, let's see how you escape from my grasp.

I still can't win you over this time!

Let me check that spot on your body to see if there are any runes from my memories.

If so, it wouldn't hurt to try and fulfill your wish here.

If not, you will forever be trapped in the gentle embrace of this dream, becoming a living dead.

The witch's fingers gently caressed Fan Zui's ear, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes concealing profound thoughts.

In a daze, he felt a warm current, like a gentle whisper, flowing into his heart.

A hint of ambiguity arose in my heart.

The witch's hands began to slowly undress him.

"On such a beautiful night, with such a lovely scene, how about I sing you a song?"

The woman's gentle and charming voice made Fan Zui even more infatuated, unable to extricate himself.