Also known as "The Demon King's Daily Life of Chasing a Husband"
(Passenger A grabs Passerby B's sleeve with a gossipy look on his face)
"Hey, hey, have you heard? Demon Lord Lan Yuan has started writing poetry!"
"Writing poetry? He is a supreme evil man who doesn't kill people and set fires, but instead writes poems to write poems?"
"Yes! That song was called 'Spring Breeze Brushes Your Face, Just Like My Love' - it made everyone in Xuantian Sect feel sick and vomited on the spot."
"... And then what?"
"Then he held the poem manuscript and ran to Duan Qing, the leader of the righteous way, to taste it."
"Duan Qing didn't kill him with one sword?"
"Cracked. But Lan Yuan went again the next day with porridge. On the third day he went with flowers. On the fourth day he wore a thin smoky purple shirt that was 'immoral' and walked around the meeting hall."
"What's Mr. Duan's reaction?"
"The tips of his ears were red, and he cursed, 'I'll call you if you do this again.'"
"Did you shout?"
"No. Because he sneaked into Duan Qing's room at midnight on the fifth day."
"——! What kind of devil is this? This is obviously a gangster!"
"What's even more outrageous is yet to come. Duan Qing has been pestered by him for seventy years, and finally said with a cold face, 'I will take responsibility.'"
"Responsible? Responsible for what?"
"Guess."
"I don't want to guess! What is the relationship between these two people?"
"On the surface: good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and they draw swords when they meet. In reality: one wrote seventeen bad poems, the other secretly drank all the porridge; one wore tulle and came to the house to seduce, and the other refused the body but was very honest."
