Under the clear brilliance of the moonlight, the desolate and pitch-black graveyard resembled a silent hall.
The girl in the white dress, adorned with camellias, seemed like a fairy from the heavenly palace, with her untainted, snow-white feet hovering in the air, swinging playfully and jingling the silver bells tied to her ankles with a melodious sound.
She claimed to be a god and demon from ancient times who has survived until now. The statement sounded like a wild tale; yet, her stunning beauty and mysterious, eerie atmosphere irresistibly made people want to believe her.
"Oh, Cen Dongsheng, Cen Dongsheng, you truly make people curious~ you're an even more remarkable man than I imagined."
Lou Jia smiled and floated lightly closer.
Although An Zhizhen was right by his side, the evil god's avatar completely disregarded personal space, floating directly to the face of the man.
