I was born a demon and a public enemy of the world of immortality.
Various sects offered a million-dollar reward for my head.
Unexpectedly, the first person to come to the door was the extremely poor swordsman.
He carried a broken sword and laid ground at the entrance of my cave for three months.
"Can you do it quickly?" I couldn't help but poke my head out, "You're blocking me from enjoying the moon."
The tips of his ears were red and he handed over the marriage certificate: "They said... If I marry you, I can directly receive the reward."
I stared at the jade pendant on the tassel of his sword: "Are you sure you don't want me to pay you the dowry?" "Fellow Daoist Yan, are you sure that your abacus fell on my face, and you didn't want to trick a demon into going back with nothing, and let me pay you the dowry to redeem the jade pendant?"
Concept: Sword Cultivators and Demons