Although I was born in a heavenly palace, I was destined to be a Rakshasa. Born with a moldy body, immortals avoid me, but a two-hundred-year-old child always rubs up against me.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?"
The child replied with a smile, "I see you have a kind face! You don't look like a bad person."
"But I like to eat the two-hundred-year-old fairy the most."
He shook his head like a rattle, "I don't like the food, but Erchai next door is delicious!"
"Er Chai?"
"Yeah! It's the sheep of Immortal Qingyun."
Just like that, we became friends. But due to my physical condition, we mostly communicated through letters. By a special chance, I was taken away by a long tongue that controls ghosts. The distance between heaven and earth is so great that we gradually rarely interact with each other.
When I saw him again, he was lying in a pool of blood...
Intention: There will always be some beautiful things in life.