I am a silver water snake who has practiced spiritual practice for thousands of years.
"There has been a drought for thirty years. Why? Ten Dou E's died?" I said to myself, remembering that the time when Dou E died was three years of drought.
A soft thing threw itself into my arms. I yawned, picked up the little white tiger by its neck and shook it wildly: "Bai Yu, how many times have I told you not to come to me anymore? Find a place to practice!" Otherwise, if I accidentally lose my soul, he will die of ignorance immediately!
Bai Yu is the name I gave him because I hope that one day he can soar into the sky like a flying feather. However, since I picked him up after almost starving to death on the roadside thirty years ago, I haven't seen any progress in him. Now he can't even speak!
Bai Yu screamed in agony, and tears fell on my hands. I had no choice but to sigh and start to find words to comfort him: "You know, the soil and water support the snake, and there is nothing I can do if the Silver Lake water dries up, but you don't have to accompany me!"
Bai Yu was very angry and bit me. I sat up helplessly and started to make eye contact with him. Alas, these fifty years of eye contact have made my eyes more and more flexible. If there is a problem with my eyes not being flexible, then there is something wrong with his head. The admiration for me in Bai Yu's eyes is growing day by day.
Would you fall in love with an old witch who rings you like a bell all day long? If so, then you must have masochistic tendencies!
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