A short story about dreaming
The widower's master attacks × the devil's apprentice receives
In my previous life, I became a demon king and was rejected by my master. I was shunned by my former classmates. Maybe the heavens didn't like me either. I was struck by lightning and my soul was blown away when I was going through the tribulation. I thought this life would end like this. Who would have thought that when I opened my eyes again and looked at the familiar layout of the house, I was reborn a hundred years later, still in the room of my previous life master!
Looking at the jingling chains on my feet and the concentric knots on my fingers, I suddenly had mixed feelings in my heart. Why do I have the Taoist seal on my body?
Intention: Forever