The poor demon had anorexia.
So the demon packed up his things and went to sleep inside a magic circle in the castle's basement.
Two hundred years later, a man from the East accidentally wandered in.
The demon woke, starving.
Starving, feeling hunger for the first time in thousands of years.
The demon's eyes filled with tears, and drool dripped from his mouth.
He had to get his hands on this soul.
Later...
I'm so hungry, but I can't bear to eat him _(:з"∠)_
The serious version:
A pure soul that has not been tempered by suffering is like a rose without fragrance.
Quilfield took a liking to the soul of an Eastern man. He decided to tempt this clean, sweet soul, make him fall, make him break down, and then let him be reborn.
An Yiming got a role in a production whose crew was borrowing a European castle. He thought it would be a great opportunity, never imagining that a demon would set his sights on him.
The demon used his handsome face, magnetic voice, eight-pack abs, long legs, and top-tier film and television resources to tempt and seduce him.
An Yiming was unshakably firm: A noble soul will never be defiled.
Later, the demon discovered that he could absorb the soul energy An Yiming gave to any character he played.
The demon fanned out more than a dozen scripts: "I'm ready to order."
Theme: A noble soul will never be defiled, doge
