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?

In the boudoir, the young girl seemed especially cheerful today, sitting in front of the vanity, even humming a tune while facing the mirror.


She pulled open the drawer; Yan Yurou usually never wore any jewelry or used any makeup, which undoubtedly made her very low-key.


Looking at the brand-new rouge in the drawer, the girl smiled sweetly, opened the box herself, picked up the delicate eyebrow pencil, and lightly dabbed a few times in the box, staining the corners of her eyes with a vivid red color.


This was her first time applying makeup.


Suddenly, a somewhat urgent knock came from outside the door.


Without turning around, as if she knew who it was, the girl simply said, "Daddy, the door is not locked, come in."


Chapter 83: Three Generations of Grandparents and Grandchildren, A Hundred-Year Evil Fate [On Shelves Tomorrow]