Normal version copy:
Weihen: I have guarded you for seven lives, let me eat you.
Dong Yi: No.
Fried copywriting:
All it takes to become an immortal is to eat a piece of fairy grass
But the fairy grass is almost perfect, so forget it, let's find another one.
What? Does everyone still have designated jelly grass?
Fuck, then I still have to eat her? Kindness? Where is my grass?
Unlucky version of the copy:
I have been unlucky for 20 years and will never change again.
Is it a good fortune to meet her who yells about eating me every day?
It's even worse...
This is a story about a fried-haired half-immortal who has been trapped in the world for nearly a thousand years and a mouth-talking fairy grass.
Every day, I torture people, gods, and dogs.
