Honghuang: The Big Shots Fight Over Me Every Day

Qingyuan was the first strand of love in the world. After taking human form, her biggest problem was Laozi handed her a Heart-Cleansing Pill. “Good girl, don't let them fool you all the time.” Di Jun offered her a sea pearl fruit. “Stay in the Sun Palace, and I'll pluck the stars for you.” Gonggong pressed a cold jade into her hands. “The North Sea... is better than that lousy Southern Wilderness.” Zhurong hauled over a fire qilin. “Come to the Southern Wilderness! There's all the barbecue you can eat!” Yuanshi flung down a scripture. “Enough nonsense! Come cultivate the Great Dao with me!” Tongtian shoved a pet egg at her. “Ignore him. I'll teach you how to turn into a little flower!” Hongjun dropped a chess piece. “Come to Chaos and play chess with me.” Qingyuan hugged a pile of gifts and looked at the mighty figures glaring at one another, poised to fight. She blinked. “How about... rock, paper, scissors?” Everyone in the Primordial World knew that strand of love was a coveted prize, yet no one could get their teeth into it. After all, no matter how much they fought over him, in the end they all had to obey his orders: “Stop fighting. Buy me a candied hawthorn skewer first!”