The leader of the devil's sect personally died and encouraged people to do good.
From then on, there were no more villains in the world, singing and dancing flourished, and the world prospered.
A breeze blew by, ringing the copper bell on the eaves of the small building. The sunlight filtered through the grass and trees, casting mottled light and shadow on the vermilion wooden door. Chu Hongyi couldn't help but shiver, stood up and walked out of the small building.
There are always people who want to ask Chu Hongyi, "You always have to persuade people to do good and start a new life. What kind of person can be your friend? Could it be that even a humble gentleman like the Seventh Young Master can't satisfy you?"
Chu Hongyi sniffed, rolled up her sleeves, and a dense rash appeared on her arms, "I may be allergic to such a good person."
Intention: From now on, there will be no villains in the world.