I am a low-level Rakshasa who woke up from the wilderness and just wanted to drink all the rivers of oblivion and become a senseless monster.
Until a black-clothed god captured me and imprisoned me in the Chenji Tower that suppresses all demons.
There was only one immortal in the tower who was wrapped in chains. He was dressed in white and had dark hair, as cold as ice.
He said his name was Yu Yi and he was the leader of the immortal world.
He said he would make a truce with me and give me his flesh and blood every five days.
I gnawed on his arm, licked his blood, and in my increasingly clear dreams——
I saw that I was once the God of War who was famous in the three realms, and I had been following him for a hundred years, but because of a single thought, I turned into a demon and was pushed into the love bath with his own hands.
I saw him locking me deep in the dormitory, with my clothes scattered, and begging me lowly in my ear: "Huaixu... Don't do this..."
Seeing me crazy and bloodthirsty, he knelt down and begged the ancient gods to be imprisoned for me forever.
Now, he feeds me flesh and blood and protects me, but he doesn't recognize that this ugly skin of mine was once held in his arms.
The day I died in front of him, the chains were broken and the gates of heaven were opened.
He finally hugged me with scarlet eyes, but he heard the aloof ancient god sigh softly:
"He is the soul that I stripped away... Yu Yi, the one you love has always been me."
A story about how you tortured me and I tortured you, but you didn't know that you tortured me and I didn't know that I tortured you.
Intention: If Heaven is sentimental, Heaven will also grow old
