The Immortal Lord, respected by thousands of people in the Yunmiao Ancient Sect, picked up a dirty and smelly little demon beast as soon as he came out of seclusion. The little demon beast was not really a little demon beast, it was just a mediocre little hare with no spiritual roots.
When the little hare was injured, the Immortal Lord personally pounded the medicine, mixed the formula, and applied the medicine on it to treat it.
The little hare was dirty, so the immortal took it to Lingquan, rolled up his robes, and washed it carefully.
The little hare ate raw meat, so the Immortal Master opened his sleeves, exposed his wrists, and allowed himself to be bitten and drink blood.
When the little hare wanted to practice Taoism, the Immortal Master accepted him as his disciple, helped him transform into another form, and taught him his skills and experience.
Until later.
The little hare held the spirit chain in his hand, and wrapped his index finger around a strand of the fairy's scattered snow-white frost hair. He looked at the fragile neck close at hand with his blood-stained red eyes, and chuckled softly: "I have conquered the devil with my own body. Master is really a saint with a virtuous heart."
Original title: "Prisoner God"
Intention: There must be a cause and a result
