Eleven thousand years ago, a demon descended upon the world. It was invincible, committed countless atrocities, and even tore a hole in the heavens. Everyone was furious. The rich contributed money, the strong contributed strength, and people exhausted every means to kill the demon. But the demon could neither die nor be destroyed, and the path to defeating it was a hard one.
Just then, a peculiar fellow approached... No, a great azure dragon. He took an unconventional approach and said sincerely, "You can't beat him. Even if you join forces, you still can't beat him. Why don't we all sit down and talk things out?"
Everyone: "Get lost!"
Several years later, the Azure Dragon succeeded in defeating the demon.
A peerlessly beautiful dragon, kind-hearted and good-natured & a troublemaking, lovesick demon who is dangerously hard to control
The blurb is silly, but the story itself is very serious. A slow burn, and maybe an almost-foster-parent kind of setup? An alternate cultivation world with so much original worldbuilding it'll make your head spin. A classic tragic romance between an immortal and a demon. The ending is super happy, I promise on my little toe!
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Damn it, I finally felt something was not right when I saw this, so I quickly scrolled through the comments and found that I was completely on the wrong side ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (crying)
I would really cry and faint and sink into the sea water in the comment area for three hundred years and not be able to float up, so I hate reincarnation the most. I am so superficial and short-sighted. I just want them to be stable and happy in this life, forever!
But I don't know why I feel so sad when I see it. Why? I hate the saying that those who can do more work should do it the most.
What cognition, I am so confused, I have suffered so much from love (of others), my brain is no longer functioning properly and I can no longer think.
Ah, is your wife still writing articles? I'm scratching my head. It seems that all I see in the columns are stories from 2019.
Qingsong, you still love picking up things so much
My eyes are also very tired, which may be the sequelae of great joy and sorrow. I am happy to find a good article, but sad about the life and death of my cubs. Human energy and spirit are limited. I am devastated after the joy and sorrow. My dragons and birds QAQ
At any rate, Tian Qi is still a good boy, and the old mother (?) Feels slightly comforted.
After all, it is an old piece of wood that is 200,000 years old. I cried until my eyes went straight and I couldn't cry anymore.
I am not strong, I am not strong at all. Three hundred years later, an eight-year-old child pointed to a vast and boundless sea and asked her grandma: "Why is the comment section a sea?" Her grandma replied: "I heard that it was because a reader read an abusive article and cried so much that the comments section turned into a sea with tears." Yes, that's me, and I cried the leak.