## # Chasing wife crematorium# ## #rules on the top#
In my previous life, I was the humblest peach blossom demon in the heaven. I worked hard to cultivate, just to be worthy of that cold and ruthless god.
He told me to get out, but I insisted on sticking to him. He never looked at me, but I thought that if I worked hard enough, one day he would be able to see me.
Until Heaven punished him, he waved his sword with his own hands and said: "From the beginning to the end, it was all your wishful thinking."
That sword penetrated my heart, and my soul was shattered.
In this life, I lost my memory and was reborn, and was picked up by a mortal. He said I was a goblin and he was the only one who would not harm me. I believed him, washed and cooked meals, and lived my life as his shadow.
I thought I was finally being taken seriously.
Until that person appeared again and pierced the mortal's chest with a sword.
Memories came flooding back and I remembered. Thinking of that sword, thinking of those words, and thinking of the indifference in his eyes without a trace of warmth.
I hate him. He hates him so much that he exchanges a hundred years of merit for the help of the Demon King. He hates him so much that he leads his troops to make an enemy of Heaven. He hates him so much that even if he can't be killed, he still wants to live in peace.
But he resigned from the priesthood, dragged me back to the shabby courtyard in the world, and said:
"You hate me, I know. If you can't kill me, then stay here and slowly think of other ways."
I poisoned the food and he ate it without fail. I stabbed him with a knife in the middle of the night, and he opened his eyes and said, "Aren't you asleep yet?"
I smashed everything and he picked it up again.
The old lady next door said: "The way he looks at you is like looking at your fate."
