Imprisoned in Yuantan for five hundred years, Qiu Muli waited for the day when his merits would be perfected.
I never thought that what was waiting for me would be in ragged clothes and full of resentment.
"Mu Li, I'm here to save you."
Looking up to the sky and sighing, Qiu Muli waved away his dirty hand, "Five hundred years..."
"Mu Li, don't be afraid."
"I've been avoiding you, why are you still there?"
"Hide?"
"You misunderstood, I meant Du."
A thousand years ago, he entered the mortal world for the first time, with his fairy clothes fluttering and his heart full of the common people.
A thousand years ago, Mo Zhixiu was just a newly unearthed bamboo shoot that tripped him.
Well, he dug out the bamboo shoots.
But, he planted it back again.
After spending five hundred years of careful teaching, even bad bamboo shoots can produce good bamboo... He is overthinking.
After spending five hundred years hiding from this guy, is it going to take another five hundred years? Is it because he dug it in the first place?
God, could it be that his last merit was that he was so evil?
"Mu Li, let's go home."
"Okay." Go home and stew bamboo shoots.
Qiu Muli also thought that if he hadn't taken him into the mortal world, he would have never seen the world before.
Maybe bamboo shoots are good bamboo shoots, and bamboo is also good bamboo...
Intention: Always one person