In the 13th year of the Republic of China, I was born in a closed village with strange legends. That day, the clouds in the sky turned into colors, and thousands of snakes swarmed and neighed, surrounding the village. My parents passed away because of me, and everyone in the village said I was unlucky. Although I am unlucky, I still grew up eating hundreds of meals.
On the night I was sent up the mountain, I was so cold that I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was sent back. Everyone in the village avoided me. By chance, I met a demon hunter. He said that I was the Emperor of Feng, who was born on the third day of the third month of the Wuyin year. I was half-convinced, so he accepted me as his disciple and took me out of the village, so I followed him out of the village.
I usually go out to run business, but I didn't know when I got into trouble with a cold guy who called himself Junze. He claimed to take me home, and even kissed me secretly, saying that if the god found the long-lost little guy, he would mark it.
In one conspiracy after another, my memory was retrieved and Junze's secrets were revealed layer by layer. How on earth was Junze going to take me home...
Intention: Get rid of the worldly view and go home with him.