章節 1139: Illusion, Sowing Discord

Walking along the canal, one could see the petals of fallen flowers dancing in the air. The long corridor was connected to an octagonal pavilion. Zhai Yue, who was nowhere to be seen just a moment ago, was now lying casually on the pavilion.

Eh, the white hair that she saw yesterday had turned into a head full of black hair today. The white mantle was dancing in the wind. Was he really a human being with such a genteel disposition?

The light and shadow shone on his feet. The shadow was so clear. Other than those in the human realm, there was no one in the Five Realms. Was he really human?

But if he was human, how could this head full of black hair appear? If he was human, how would he know that she was half-human and half-demon? Even she was not his match?

"What are you looking at, little thing?"