My name is Ajiu, and I am a demon. Three hundred years ago, I lied to someone. I lied to him that I loved him, lied to him to defect from school for me, lied to him to be full of cultivation and help me take shape, and then when he loved me the most, I stabbed him with a sword and took away the heart and soul he used to realize the Tao. I succeeded. I became the youngest demon lord in history, and he, the amazingly talented Cloud Immortal Lord, became the laughing stock of the three realms and fell into the abyss of eternity. I thought that was the end of the story, that I had won completely. It wasn't until three hundred years later that he climbed back from the abyss. Good news: Because I went too far, I was surrounded and suppressed by the righteous path, and my cultivation was completely lost. Now I am just an ordinary mortal, and no one can recognize me. Bad news: He has become the new leader of the Immortal Alliance. His only hobby is to catch demons all over the world, and his methods are extremely cruel. It is said that he is still looking for a woman named Ajiu. In order to survive, I conscientiously played the role of a kind and weak mortal medical woman. When I saw monsters, I was so scared that my legs went weak. One day, the Evil God came down to inspect the world and happened to "save" me from being chased by a monster. He looked down at me, his eyes as deep as the abyss, but his tone was very gentle: "Girl, what's your name?" I pinched my palms and tried to force out an innocent smile: "My... My name is Xiaofu, blessing of blessings." He smiled, stretched out his hand to touch my face, his fingertips were cold, like a poisoned knife. "Really," he said softly, "I lost a little monster, and she likes to lie just like you." Me: "..." Help! He seemed to recognize me!
