[Full text in third person]
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The first time I saw him was at a resting place in the mountains.
He was leaning against the wooden window, with one leg on top, his hands on his knees, a piece of grass in his mouth, and he was looking at me lazily.
He waved to me, "Little demon, come here."
I just transformed and couldn't walk. I fell every step I took.
He jumped down and approached me.
I looked at him but said nothing and slowly got up.
But I was too stupid to stand firmly, so I fell into his arms.
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He taught me joy, anger, anger, and ignorance, but not love and hate.
He warned me that once a demon gets involved in these things, he will be doomed.
So I never touch the world.
One day, he said goodbye to me. We had said goodbye many times before, but I had never felt so flustered.
I always feel like I can't catch him.
I tried hard to stay, but he still left.
Later, I traveled across mountains and rivers to find him, but I only caught the ray of light he left in the world.
His senior fellow apprentices told me that after his death, his path disappeared and he would no longer be alive.
"I never believe in heaven."
Reading Guide
HE, salvation literature
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Purpose: I am never afraid of bad luck.
