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?

Following that somewhat overbearing force, the girl was pulled inside, staggering.


Uncle Zhao wanted to say something, but when he thought about how these two youngsters were going to be married in a few days, and they hadn't seen each other for so long, he could only helplessly shake his head.


It seemed like the feelings between these two youngsters were indeed very strong. After all, he had watched Yu Rou grow up, and he couldn't help but worry a little.


Holding the young girl in his arms, that unique fragrance continuously infiltrated the young man's nose. He remembered that Yan Yurou never wore makeup, nor did she have any habit of using perfume, and then he remembered a saying.


If you can smell a scent from a makeup-free woman, it means your DNA has chosen her.


Feeling the strong arms and firm chest, the girl's face blushed, her heartbeat accelerated, but she indeed had no thoughts of struggling, instead, she quietly nestled in the arms of her fiancé.


Chapter 76: Can't Even Get Married in Peace?