Specifically, I am not a demon, just a tree. A peach tree that has stood in the temple for many years. Maybe everyone doesn't have time to listen to a tree nagging, but there is no way, the annoying wind is gone. In the past, it was always the spitting companion for me. Don't be impatient that my story is boring, you can travel freely. But I can only stand there, watching the spring grass wither in autumn, and the stars change. It's like a coordinate, recording the coordinates of the world of mortals. In my life, the most... Never mind, you will know it after hearing the story.