On the day I failed to overcome the tribulation, I was chased by a vegetarian wolf demon and had no way out. I hid in a crevice of the cliff, but was almost sucked dry of my yang energy by a weird golden grass. After I woke up, there was a little doll carved in pink and jade next to me. She planted me as a grass, watered and loosened the soil every day, and chased me and shouted "Cao Cao".
Later, I found out that her name was Xixi, and she was the Golden Thread King who met once in ten thousand years in Wanlingya. In order to protect me, she slaughtered all the monsters within a hundred miles, leaving corpses everywhere. Those rotting corpses seeped into the soil and turned into life, allowing my spiritual power to recover at an alarming speed.
But the birth of the Golden Silk King has always been accompanied by the death of his predecessor. The yin energy in Xixi's body was abnormally heavy, and there was a black mist from the depths of the underworld entrenched in the spiritual sea. Some people say that she is the source of disaster, some want to take her life, and the former Jinsi King who went crazy 30,000 years ago is trapped in the depths of the cold abyss, waiting for those who come after her.
But in my eyes, she was just a little kid who would grill fish for me, block the knife for me, hold the corner of my clothes and yell "Don't leave".
From Wanlingya to the Black Forest, from Bushi Village to Kuzhai, I took her to escape and search. The demon clan, the ghost clan, the witch clan, the three clans are mixed at the junction of yin and yang, and everyone wants to take her away from me.
I won't give it.
Whoever touches her, I will kill.
Intention: The true bond spans life and death. When the whole world sees you as a disaster, there is still one person who is willing to stand in front of you and cut off all the hands that reach out to you.