When she woke up, the Demon Lord Ying Huai’er had been bundled off to the 1960s by the Heavenly Dao of the plane she came from.
She was baffled. Becoming an orphan was bad enough, but what was the point of stripping her of her spiritual power?
Fine, she could live without spiritual power. But surely they could at least let her eat her fill? Then she received some truly devastating news.
W-what? No food, but plenty of bark and leaves from old trees.
Since Heaven wouldn’t help her, Ying Huai’er decided to lie down where she was, starve to death, and return to the demon realm to keep munching on demons.
She had been lying there for less than thirty seconds when the Heavenly Dao of her former plane gave her just a tiny bit of spiritual power, enough to smash a boulder with one punch and yank a willow tree straight out of the ground.
Ying Huai’er sat bolt upright on the verge of death. She could keep living after all.
…
One day, Ying Huai’er heard that a handsome, fair-skinned young man had come to the commune as an educated youth. She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed off to see him.
Their eyes met across the crowd.
At first sight, she decided the handsome young man was just about good enough for her.
At second sight, her hands started itching to give him a little squeeze.
By the third, she had accidentally lured him into bed.
Afterward, lying in bed, Ying Huai’er ran her little hands all over her young man. She didn’t know if a forcibly picked melon was sweet, but it sure smelled good!
