The Rabbit Picked Up by an Immortal

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A mischievous little rabbit who knows nothing about love X a scheming, ruthless, calculating immortal

The sacred cultivation grounds’ treasured artifact, the Thunder Lamp, which suppresses the fortune of the mortal realm, has been stolen.

The Divine Emperor is furious and sends Immortal Changyin down to investigate.

As soon as the immortal arrives in the mortal realm, a rabbit spirit runs straight into his arms.

The little rabbit talks her way out of trouble with her nonstop chatter and manages to save her own life. She thinks they’ll part ways and never cross paths again, but an ancient scroll guides them along the same path. Together, they set out in search of the truth. Each has their own agenda, and they use and cooperate with each other along the way.

Behind the scenes, they each gather intelligence. Between them, they have at least eight hundred schemes.

Rabbit: Wow! The immortal treats me so well. Does he have a crush on me?

Immortal: What kind of taste would someone need to have to like you? I can’t wait for you to die.

Whenever danger strikes, the immortal storms in and slaughters his way through.

Changyin: I knew you’d come around.

Rabbit: This rabbit is irresistible!

Then a painting appears, and she looks exactly like the woman depicted in it. So he was only treating her well because of this face...

Memories of the past unfold, and everything that happened long ago comes back to them.

A kite released into the sky, a swing with a snapped rope, and the red walls and dark tiles they can never return to.

“I can no longer climb over that wall above the clouds.”

“Little rabbit demon, live on. See that the mortal world’s customs and ways never fade away.”

Side couple

An aloof immortal from the celestial realm X a flirtatious demoness who spins endless lies

When they first meet, the demoness appears with the face of his beloved, graceful and enchanting.

When they meet again, a sharp blade cuts her throat, and blood seeps out.

The young man wears a blue robe. His brow is furrowed like snow that has endured all winter. Bamboo leaves whirl through the forest, and the broken stalks are thorns, piercing the ache of losing the past.

“Dying by your hand must be the best possible ending.”

“Never mind. In my next life, I’ll surely be free.”

The mist of distant mountains fills the young man’s eyes. They both know that demons have no reincarnation.

Theme: Even the smallest creatures can shine