Nan Xian suddenly woke up from her dream.
By the window, the moonlight, like a thin mist, shone through the gauze curtains, casting a hazy shadow.
She hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp, "Who's there!"
The lights are on, and the balcony is quiet.
She swallowed hard, quietly grasped the dagger hidden under her pillow, got up and walked to the window, then suddenly pulled open the curtains.
The cool moonlight on the gauze curtain was scattered and hid in the clouds.
There was no one on the balcony, only the money tree she had bought on a whim that day, its little red lanterns hanging from its branches swaying in the night breeze.
Nan Xian put down the dagger, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I must have misread it.
However, the dream I just had was quite bizarre...
Thinking of the snow fox in her dream that kept staring at her as if trying to bore a hole through her, she couldn't help but shiver, rubbed her arms which were covered in goosebumps, and turned to crawl into bed.
Warmth enveloped her, she blinked, and drowsiness quickly returned.
In the latter half of the night, Nan Xian did not dream of the fox again and slept very soundly.
In the Otherworld, ten thousand years ago, the last immortal dragon in the world perished. Its corpse fell here, its flesh nourished the earth, its blood became rivers, and its bones transformed into mountains.
One of the dragon's horns broke off and fell to the ground, transforming into a vast fertile plain. Over time, through the vicissitudes of life and the chaos of war, the fertile plain split into several smaller sections.
The highest of these is called White Cliff.
White Cliff is shrouded in thick fog all year round, the fog carrying a menacing aura, extremely fierce, and no one but those inside the cliff is allowed to enter.
A jet-black raven landed on a withered tree at the entrance to White Cliff, its dark, ruby-like eyes darting around before emitting a few hoarse, unpleasant cries.
A few breaths later, the thick fog dissipated, revealing a narrow, winding path.
The crow flapped its wings and disappeared into the shadows at the end of the path.
The fog seemed to vanish instantly, sometimes dark, sometimes bright, revealing a sky ablaze with vibrant, rosy hues that illuminated the magnificent palace on the ground, making it appear like a scene from a painting.
Inside the hall, there was only a slender figure.
Dressed in pink with dark hair and her face veiled by a thin gauze, she was dancing "Butterflies Flying and Flowers Dancing" with great passion, her figure graceful and captivating.
The crow landed and transformed into a young man, who then applied makeup and dressed in women's clothing.
If Nan Xian were here, she would definitely recognize him at a glance—this is the cross-dressing master she met at the hotel that day!
Feng An stood still, and after the song ended, she gently clasped her hands together and said "Good."
"It's been a few months, and the Fox Lord's dancing skills have become even more exquisite. I'm afraid even the Sun and Moon would feel ashamed in comparison to you." He smiled, his tone sincere.
The woman, addressed as the Fox Queen, turned gracefully, her captivating eyes gleaming beneath the thin veil.
She raised her sleeve to cover her lips, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and laughed charmingly. Her laughter was so sweet and seductive that it was like a small hook with downy fur, making people's hearts flutter and unable to control themselves.
"Little crow, you're getting better and better at talking. Let me see—is your mouth coated with honey or something?"
With that, she flashed and appeared in front of Feng An, her fingers stained with bright red nail polish touching his lips and pressing them firmly.
Feng An lowered his eyes and looked at her with a hint of expectation.
She chuckled softly and slowly lowered her fingertips.
Wherever they went, their clothes were completely removed.
Feng An exposed his muscular chest, a slight smile playing on his lips, his breathing slightly erratic.
Just as her mischievous fingers were about to land on his belt, he finally made his move—
He held her soft, white hand, brought it close to his lips, and gently kissed her fingertips.
A low, husky voice sounded in her ear.
"Fox Lord, Feng An has not disappointed you. I have found her."
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