Thousands of years ago, the gods fell one after another, and the world of gods was created for disaster.
The fairy world takes on the important task of quelling the chaos and unites all factions to unite all walks of life. However, the rebellious gods will not die unless they are killed by Tao. They can only be suppressed together and trapped in the sea of distant immortals, in a peerless state.
This story has been written into countless versions and told countless times by storytellers in the world, but Song Yangai loved to hear it.
Song Yangai was rich and powerful. He ran the best theater in Ning'an but liked to spend money at other people's homes.
I heard people say that you should book the most expensive place to sleep, buy the fastest horse-drawn carriage when you go out for fun, and when you are in a good mood, you will randomly select a few lucky people to pay the annual tax.
In just a few years in Ning'an, she has gained a good reputation.
Therefore, when a seriously injured person grabbed Song Yangai's skirt in the busy Jiangjun Street and was dying and wanted to ask for help, the onlookers thought that she would help.
She squatted down, opened the man's fingers gently, and gave him a few ingots of silver. When the accompanying little maid was soft-hearted and wanted to help, she stopped her, "Didn't I hear Mr. Shu say that men picked up by the roadside will only bring misfortune."
Later, the man came to her Tingling Tower, bringing the best things he had with him to seek a place to stay.
Everyone got what they needed, and Song Yangai agreed.
Even though unfortunate things happened frequently in the future, and the little maid believed her previous words more and more, only Song Yangai smiled and said that they were all jokes.
"It's the thousand-year debt I owe myself, and it's finally coming to me."
Completed on July 29th (first draft, keep it for now to make changes later, screenshots taken)
Purpose: Live hard
