The Tail of the Full Moon

"If you were the supreme master of the Dao of Immortals, revered by countless beings, able to glimpse life and death, and understand the destiny, what kind of woman would you seek as a partner?"
Jiang Feng: "I would marry an eighteen-year-old."
"...do you want to die?"
"I'd rather die to marry an eighteen-year-old."

Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

At the same time, within the bustling State City, a master and servant were slowly walking along the street.


Not only that, they were followed by an old man who had been tailing them for almost half an hour.


In a mere flash, the aged and hunched old man appeared right in front of her, reaching out to grab the girl's wrist.


"How dare you! Are you seeking death, you old wretch!"


Spiritual Energy burst forth within her, trying to repel the oblivious old man before her.


Face full of rage, for the past half an hour this old wretch had been pestering his lady, clamoring to tell her fortune, and even shouting about some ominous prophecy of bloodshed befalling his lady.


Merely thinking about it seemed to bring bad luck.


Uncle Zhao raised his strong palm in front of Yan Yurou, ready to slap to death the insensitive old man if he did not take the hint.


Chapter 67: The Calamity of Bloody Light