That's it.
The blessings I have cultivated in eight lifetimes will be reincarnated into a piece of grass in this life, growing in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. You don't have to worry about the old immortal using me to refine his broken sword, and you don't have to deal with the old-fashioned way. I enjoy blowing in the wind and basking in the sun every day.
It's great to be a grass. I can even bloom.
Recently, I have been attracted to that flower next to me. I don't know that she was a bastard in her previous life. I kind of hope that I, a fan, will blow her off. Oh, forget it, that old-fashioned guy will probably kill me if he finds out.
What is a bit buggy is that as a grass, I should have no memory. But not only do I have partial memories, I even retain a little bit of demonic energy from my previous life. I don't remember leaving a way out for myself or anything. But the truth is, I gave it a try. I can go from a blade of grass to a naked man in two seconds. Oh no, am I so weak now? But—I just exposed a little bit of my demonic aura, so the old immortal shouldn't be able to find me, right?
But one day, the old-fashioned man actually discovered this beautiful place, built a small building here, and lived in seclusion. This is bad. I don't want to be killed by him a third time.
I don't want to cause another bloody storm.
It's good to be a grass. I can't let anyone find me here.
But a long, long time passed, so long that I didn't even know how long it was. All I know is that I have grown a lot taller. It actually stands out among the surrounding flowers and plants.
The old-fashioned guy saw me and snatched me out? ? ?
Planted in his small courtyard? ? ?
Purpose: redemption