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?

Curvaceous and fair, her small calves lay exposed to the air, even a bit of her thighs visible outside.


Besides annoyance, her face betrays a shade of shyness, while a certain young man who just got kicked squarely only just steadied himself, his vision still blurry, nosebleed drip by drip wetting his chest. Who pays attention to where they're hitting in the middle of a fight?


He had merely flicked his sword out of instinct, the very move he had learned from his own senior sister.


Holding his nose, eyes wide, a size 35 foot imprint on his face, it's only now he realizes he somehow managed to slice a slit in her skirt, and looking at that leg...


Taut and powerful, fair and smooth, clearly well-maintained from regular exercise... what the hell am I even thinking.


Chapter 108: Beautiful Legs, Prison Guard【4K】_3