Sixth Year After Being Dismembered by Taoist Monks

I am a demon cultivator with a miserable life. I was deceived into my heart and body by a beautiful disciple of the Immortal Sect, and was designed to become a mortal with no spiritual power. I have been raising chickens, transplanting rice seedlings, and growing vegetables for five years. I have almost forgotten the days when I was in the devil world and could call upon the wind and rain. I only remember that during the rainy season, I had to harvest wheat early and collect chicken droppings diligently. In the sixth year, a bloody man fell into the village. The villagers picked him up and wiped off the dirt, revealing the face that deceived me into losing everything. ——The leader of the Immortal Sect, the leader of the younger generation of swordsmanship, and the predecessor I will never forget. Demining: The short story is about 1-20,000 words long. After completion, we will choose a monthly subscription. Focus on first person. It is not suitable for anyone who controls the party. It is uncomfortable to watch the attack and control (to be honest), and it may not be comfortable to watch the controlled party (to be honest). The author's attribute is a fire stick. "The Metamorphosis" has been in the countryside for six years, and I have stayed true to my original love and my mind is indestructible. I have lost everything and am still virtuous. The Gu family is crawling in darkness and washing my underwear with a cold face. No matter what he does, as long as he says that he has difficulties, even if he drinks Chinese medicine, he will heal himself. I have been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, and I have developed an indestructible love brain. I have lost everything and still can protect myself from the wind and rain and wash my underwear with a cold face. Miao Hong is a good boy who follows the rules and has no room for sand in his eyes. But if it is attack, it is fine. The legendary double-standard wife would not want to live without attack. The double arrows are so thick that no one has a crematorium because they change their underwear and wash it. The plot line is like a hysteria attack, and the emotional line is like a local dog getting into a car accident and spreading blood like crazy. Purpose: Be sincere to others