There are no pure good or bad people, evil or good demons, false gods or true gods in this world. With just a thought and selfish desire, some people have been lifted to the heavens, while some people have been reduced to dust and dust, without redemption.
That year, he sought medicine from the ten witches in Lingshan and met the little master of Sanqingniao. She smiled maliciously, but he turned around and wanted to leave. She said "Hey".
Then he heard her say: "Great God Yinglong, I have seen you at the foot of Zhaoyao Mountain that year."
He was stunned for a moment, then replied to her, "Xiao Yao, Ying Long is not a god."
She suddenly pulled his sleeve, "Why did you call me 'Xiao Yao'?"
He burst out laughing: "Isn't Zhaoyao Mountain the residence of the goddess?"
"Oh, you've known me before."
"Xiao Yao, you..." He hesitated.
"How am I doing?" She was very happy.
"You're right." He said after considering his words.
Then he left without looking back at her, not a single glance.
Ancient historical data said: "Yinglong was in the Antarctic. He killed Chiyou and Kuafu and could not come back." She read it over and over again, and finally couldn't help crying, "Wasn't he the bad god who killed him?"
But she didn't know that it was hard to tell the good from the bad on the mound that year.