I was just an ordinary social worker. When I came home from working overtime one day, I opened the door and saw a handsome man in ancient costume wearing a light blue robe and a cool temperament. His dark hair was tied up high, and his gold jewelry reflected the cold light. The blue earrings on his earlobes swayed slightly with his movements. A pair of eyes that had seen through the world for thousands of years fell on me: "My name is Xuan Gu, and I will be your husband from now on."
I was confused. Xuan Gu? That demonic monk who lived for thousands of years in "The Story of Mortal Cultivation of Immortality"?
He would use spells to help me deal with difficult customers, he would refine soothing elixirs from memory in the middle of the night, and he would study the microwave for a long time, twisting his fingers to do tricks but only blowing up the kitchen; he was used to the etiquette of thousands of years ago, but he would clumsily learn to peel shrimps for me, and he would have demonic aura surging around him when I was bullied, but he would immediately calm down his anger when I frowned.
After thousands of years of loneliness, he came across time and space and became the most unusual support around me. But this thousand-year-old husband still has to learn how to use a smartphone, pay utility bills, and - stop treating the cat downstairs as a spiritual pet.
