[The short essay is being updated]
I was once the Supreme Immortal Sect at the top of the Nine Heavens, and he was the Lord of Demons in the Abyss of Youdu.
A hundred years ago, when I drove the God-killing Nail into his chest with my own hands, he said, "Next time we meet, I will refine you into lamp oil."
Now that my spiritual veins have been shattered and I have become a mortal, I found him in a ruined temple with severe injuries and amnesia.
He grabbed the corner of my clothes and asked softly: "Are you my Taoist companion?"
I fed him the poison without changing my expression: "Yes, so I have to drink the calming soup I prepared every day."
Until that night when the bowl of "soup" completely broke out, he regained his memory and pinched my neck:
"Guess where I will start skinning you this time?"
I smiled and slapped the last seal into his tomb:
"My guess is wrong, I never use gentle methods to retain people."
₌᳐･֊･₌᳐੭It's a cheeky thing. I will never be able to buy an autograph from the author I like. I will fall in love with whoever I chase. My favorite fan wife will never update in my life. The millet I buy will always be pirated, and I will never be able to win my recommendation.
Concept: short story
