When I was nine years old, my whole family was killed by a demon cultivator, and I escaped alone. It was she who rescued me, accepted me as her disciple, and led me into the immortal world.
From now on I have a place to go.
There were no stars or moon that night. The woman was wearing a moon-white skirt and gauze, with green silk like a waterfall, falling from the sky. She was like the light in my endless dark road ahead.
Master's palms are warm, which is a warmth I have never experienced before.
My master is a leader in the righteous path and a fairy admired by thousands of people.
The gap between my master and me is not just an insurmountable chasm between short-lived mortals and immortal cultivators. It is more like a mayfly that lives and dies. It is the difference between a firefly and a bright moon, trying to look up at the height of the sun and moon in a short life.
She is a fairy, my god, I used to think so...
Attention!!
1. The author's writing style is not very good, please don't criticize me if you mind.
2. This article is inspired by the video on station b, the link is here https://b23. Tv/p9Z5hnq
3. The protagonist's three views do not represent the author's three views
The copy has been screenshot 2022.7.6
Purpose: Be a good person and keep in mind the core socialist values
