For hundreds of years, Xi's greatest pleasure has been watching other people's strange lives in their sleep, but recently, her dreams have disappeared.
There was only an old man with a white beard who kept urging him to wake up and chattering in his ears.
Xi was woken up.
But she never thought that when she went out, there would be a group of fathers. For the sake of feeding her, Xi felt at ease in front of the daughter raised by both good and evil parties.
One day, Xi was sitting on the flying magic weapon given by his mighty father, swinging at the foot of the mountain. The next second, he was kidnapped by a black shadow.
The rage in her ears failed to affect Xi, who was lying peacefully on the black shadow. She pulled on the bright red blood stone under the black robe.
"Rakshasa daddy, where are we going?"
Purpose: Everyone has something to fight for