Shaohuai thought he was killed by the mirror, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he would return to the divine world three hundred years ago. For the first time, he possessed the body of a His Highness in the God Realm.
For a little tree spirit like her, I don't know whether this is a blessing or a curse. After all, three hundred years later, all the gods here will be prisoners of the devil.
As the little follower of the Demon God Master, she must stand in line and "shield the wind and rain" for the future Demon God Master in order to survive.
Fortunately, the Demon God was still a young priest at this time, but looking at the young man who was trying to peel off her skin and get cramps, Shao Huai had only one word in his mind: Difficult!
Shaohuai: "Why is he angry?"
The little bird demon on the side smiled bitterly: "It seems that he is tempted,"
Shaohuai tilted his head and said, "To whom?"
Love is always worthy of one's heart and lungs.
That day, when he held her tightly, she reached out and gouged out his heart, crushing the essence.
Some memories that are not his own come to mind.
In the old days, under the tree, the sun set on the locust flowers.
"Look at you crying like a baby girl."
"I am not a little girl, I am the fifth prince Beizi Sang."
Later, the little girl never saw the god again, and she disappeared into his world forever...
