I heard that a hundred years ago there was a fox demon who wanted to become an immortal but failed, so he made trouble in the heavenly palace.
A hundred years later, the master and apprentice met again, but Xun Hua had long forgotten who Linkong was.
"Xun Hua, do you still remember the picture I painted for you?" When we first met that day, Linkong gently picked up his chin with the handle of the fan and asked with a smile.
He is a painting demon, with portraits as his soul and paint as his soul. He thought that even if he had practiced for thousands of years, he might not be able to become an immortal.
He couldn't help but sigh.
"Lin Kong, as long as the master is here, no one will dare to hurt you."
Spring and Autumn passed by, and the man smiled proudly in the spring breeze.
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