I have lived in the mountains for a long time and am serious about saving people.
But why do I kill all the people I save every time?
Saving someone once not only brings no merit but also brings disaster, but I will not change my mind, because after all, I have been here alone for too long, and it is good to save someone so that I can talk. Then my mountain burned and my home was destroyed. As upright as I am, I naturally had to go to Beijing to discuss the true meaning of repaying kindness with the emperor's children, but I didn't expect that I would still be just a drug after being gone for so long.
I heard that people at the foot of the mountain carve bats on the screen wall, saying that they bring good luck. I looked at the swarm of bats and wondered how long I have to wait for my luck to come.
This is a monster who is not serious about being a monster, this is a lazy and carefree monster, this is a monster who wants to have fun without any regrets even if his soul is wandering.
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