Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.
Time seemed to stand still.

But that seemed like an illusion; that fleeting touch felt like melting snow flowing past the fingertips, already dissipated before one could savor it. The girl raised her head slightly, her lips leaving the Daoist's shoulder, and subconsciously exhaled, her chest rising and falling.

"This is... a brand."

The Tiannü Jue, who had been bowing, stood up, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. The power of the Queen Mother of the West, or rather, the power of the wind that she originally possessed, dissipated. The water ghost and the Qianlai Mountain God, who had just been pushed back on the road, swayed unsteadily, seemingly not understanding why they were sitting on the street.

The girl looked at the white-haired Daoist.

Then, with composure and indifference, she nodded, turned, stepped forward, and walked away.

One,

Two,

One.

She opened the door and saw the water ghost outside, and the Qianlai Mountain God over there.

The water ghost was still dizzy.

The Qianlai Mountain God shuddered and bowed, saying, "Queen Mother."

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently, still seemingly a little drunk. The hair tie, which had come undone when she used the power of the wind earlier, was now naturally restored. She stepped back into the flower shop, opened the door, and walked up the stairs to the second floor with graceful movements, then swayed and collapsed drunkenly.

Her arms spread out, and she fell onto the bed with a thud, sinking into the soft bedding.

When the water ghost walked back in confusion, he was startled to see the white-haired Daoist. He had not expected Wei Yuan to return suddenly. Then, seeing the white-haired Daoist seemingly in a daze, the water ghost cast a puzzled glance around, scratched his head, and walked away.