High Immortal, Care for a Scallion?

Announcement: After discussing it with my editor, this novel will go VIP next Wednesday, October 18. Thank you all for your support. Xiao Cong thinks his immortal is perfect in every way. Handsome, handsome, and good at cooking, good at cooking. If there's anything wrong with him, it's probably that the immortal has a harmless little hobby: whenever he's got nothing to do, he likes to lose his memory. The first time he lost his memory, no big deal. After all, they'd only just met. The second time, it was time to put their love to the test. He'd show his immortal how steadfast and true he could be! The third time, well... Everyone has their little hobbies, right? Of course I'll forgive him. The fourth time, ha... You dare to play at losing your memory in the apocalypse? You don't know who I am? Then I'll make sure you get to know me very well. Gothenheimer City. Chu Wujiao knows he's not a good person. But bad people tend to live longer, and that's good enough for him. It's not easy to stay alive in this world. If you can enjoy wealth and glory while you're alive, who cares what level of hell you'll end up in after death? You're already in hell while you're alive, anyway. He'd anticipated failure, just not that he'd fail in that way when he was only one step away from success. That silly kid who'd always followed him was gone, too. Stripped of his ability and left with his hands and feet chopped off, Chu Wujiao was thrown into the endless darkness of Gothenheimer City's third level. All kinds of dark creatures caught the scent of blood and came swarming. Just as a pangolin beast had nearly eaten half his body, Chu Wujiao encountered someone. The man was dressed in ancient clothing. He saved Chu Wujiao, then ignored him. "Hey, who are you?" Immortal gong x Xiao Cong shou You might not believe this, but it's a modern apocalypse story. I'm finally getting close to the apocalypse. A little sweetness + a little heartbreak + a little sweetness This is a trope-filled story with plenty of melodrama. The immortal loses his memory, loses it again, then loses it yet again. Please enter with caution. The author's heart is rather fragile... sob... The next story I plan to start: "Don't Baby Cobras Deserve to Be Babies Too?" An unlucky street punk gets hit by a rock and dies while watching the action. Xiao Wang, who often invites him to the police station for tea and suffers from facial paralysis, reluctantly takes him home to raise. Every day, he lives on the edge of wondering whether he'll be boiled or braised.