Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The headboard is adorned with exquisite rubies that shimmer with a mysterious light and radiate an ancient and sacred energy.

The bed was covered with a silk embroidered bedspread, with red pearls embedded in the embroidery, creating countless gorgeous patterns that resembled twinkling stars.

The mattress is made of soft red phoenix feather down, like fluffy clouds, making you feel like you're floating in a fairyland when you lie on it.

The mattress emits a faint fragrance that is intoxicating, allowing one to feel the wonder and mystery of the path to immortality.

The bed was wrapped in delicate red brocade, with exquisite patterns outlined in gold thread embroidery, shimmering with an ethereal and magical glow.

The ruffles sway like flowing flames, adding a dazzling brilliance to the entire bed surface.

There were gorgeous red velvet pillows at the head of the bed, their smooth, silky texture seemingly containing an incredible flow of vital energy.

The bed was also covered with red velvet cushions, each embroidered with a beautiful fairy dance pattern, a kind of array that could bring comfort.

This soft, luxurious bed from the world of cultivation is truly a divine creation.

It is not only a comfortable place to rest, but also a sacred place for cultivation and meditation.

On this bed, practitioners can fully enjoy a mysterious, luxurious, and idyllic rest experience, find inner harmony and tranquility, and better enter a state of spiritual practice.

"What is your identity?"

He looked around at the extremely luxurious palace and then asked a question.

Being in the capital city and living in such a luxurious palace, one must not be an ordinary person.

Either rich or noble!

Given her cultivation level in the Formless Realm, it shouldn't be difficult to guess her identity.

However, in his memory, there didn't seem to be such a kind person in the capital.

Most importantly, her true identity is likely that of a remnant of the Demonic Cult, currently hiding in the capital.

"Want to know who I am? Come to the capital and I'll tell you, plus I'll send you some beautiful women. How about it?"

The witch Li Hanqiu spoke seductively, making no attempt to conceal her intentions.

Fan Zui curled his lip and said, "How does the girl you sent compare to those in the City of Daughters?"

Seeing that he still seemed unwilling to give up, the witch Li Hanqiu's heart skipped a beat, and she said:

"If you really come to the capital, I'll send you a woman carefully selected from among thousands of women in the capital, how about that?"

Fan Zui frowned slightly and said, "As far as I know, all the women carefully selected from the capital of women have entered His Majesty's harem, right? Do you have such great abilities?"

"you guess."

"Guess? Kid, you're still guessing!"

Chapter 63

"When are you going to give my body back?"

"Don't be so stingy, I'll return it to you after I'm done using it."

He deliberately emphasized the word "use".

The witch had a dark expression the whole time; if she could, she would have swallowed this bastard whole.

When will you finish using it?

Oh no, because of her distorted thinking, she now speaks of the word "use" with a somewhat different mindset.

I always feel like something is weird.

"Don't worry."

"How can I not be in a hurry?"

Another sound of teeth grinding followed.

As soon as she finished speaking, she clenched her fists tightly and said in a tone that could almost kill:

"Can't you walk properly? Why are you limping?"

Fan Zui pursed his lips and casually replied, "Such a novel experience, I naturally want to experience it properly and see what it feels like for you girls to walk normally."

The witch's voice carried a chilling undertone: "Your experience is more like running away than walking."

It definitely feels different.

The witch thought to herself that she would have to study this carefully in the future to see if she could also enter his body through dreams.

When the time comes, I will definitely pay it back double.

It would be best to just cripple him!

Let him experience both pain and pleasure.

Ultimately, life is worse than death.

Seeing that she seemed about to lose her temper, Fan Zui finally started walking properly.

However, he subconsciously didn't know what to do with his hands.

So, I simply held it to my chest.

"You bastard, where are you putting your hands?"

"I really don't know where to put it."

"Can't you just be natural?"

"Of course not."

"You bastard, you just wait, you just wait."

"Are you threatening me?"

Upon hearing this, the witch paused slightly.

Seeing that he was about to make another move, the witch hurriedly called out:

"you dare!"

"See if I dare." He kept moving his hands.

"I was wrong."

"Hey, that's more like it. I just don't believe I can't handle you."

As he spoke, he went to the mirror.

Looking at the reflection of the person inside, they were instantly stunned.

In the mirror stood a woman of unparalleled allure.

Her voluptuous figure was alluring, and she wore a black tulle dress that revealed her striking elegance.

Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and smooth, as if it were carved from lamb fat jade.

The black tulle clung to her body curves, gently outlining her stunning figure and symbolizing allure and mystery.

Her long hair was as black as night, flowing down like a waterfall, gently touching her shoulders, appearing soft and charming.

Her long, arched eyebrows, slightly raised, exuded a seductive charm.

Those bright eyes, as black as an abyss, shimmered with a captivating light, as if they could draw you in.

Her lips were full and alluring, as red as cherries, and so soft that a single kiss could plunge one into a perpetual rapture.

When it slightly opens and closes its mouth, it reveals teeth as white as jade, gleaming with an alluring light.

Her neck was slender and alluring, like a white gourd, gracefully supporting her charming face.

Her collarbone was slightly visible, elegantly outlining her stunning curves.

She approached, carrying a faint fragrance, her light steps exuding a charming rhythm with every step.

Her long, slender fingers gently caressed the black veil, as if silently drawing one into a burning passion.

This woman, so alluring to the extreme, with her delicate features and captivating demeanor, even though it was just her reflection in the mirror, successfully drew him into her charm.

She was like the brightest star in the darkest night.

She's practically a nine-tailed fox reincarnated, with bewitching special effects to the max.

"Damn it, what are you looking at? Haven't you seen this in your dreams or what!"

Seeing him staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror, the witch felt a strange mix of joy and unease, so she called out to wake him.

After all, he's controlling her body now.

How can someone become so engrossed in watching themselves?

That's just narcissism.

"I never imagined you would be so much more beautiful than in my dreams."

This is what he means.

In reality, witches, in terms of both appearance and temperament, far surpass those in dreams.

So beautiful!