One hundred and twenty years ago, an expedition team composed of immortals, monsters, demons, and a human boy who was used as a sacrifice, went through many hardships and finally suppressed the thousand-year-old evil spirits summoned by the resentment of the human race, in exchange for peace in the three realms.
People rejoiced and celebrated the nirvana and rebirth of the world. Suddenly, the streets were empty and the scene was more lively than the legendary Lantern Festival in ancient times.
The young man was also very happy. Not only did he survive, but he also regained the imperial power of the human race. However, at this moment, he felt very uneasy in his heart. With the help of alcohol, he finally plucked up the courage to speak:
"Wait until next year's Jiachen, when the winter is covered with snow and thousands of lights, how about we drink another pot of wine?"
The Demon Emperor Dragon Lulu was the happiest: "I want to fill the whole river with fine wine and let me drink it to my heart's content!"
Demon King Luo Baobao responded with a look of refusal, "You humans, this wine is not good, you should wait until I bring five hundred years of magic wine..."
A gust of summer wind blew by, and there was still one person who was speechless. Their eyes turned to her. The fairy girl was so sleepy that her eyelids were twitching.
"Hey, what about you?"
"..." The girl was woken up by the slap, looking confused. "Ah, I want to retreat."
The young man smiled heartily when he heard this: "It's okay, Lili, I, we will wait for you."
Time flies, and two years have passed.
Zhilili stretched greatly and finally walked out of the retreat room. He counted on his fingers and said: "Oh, it's the year of Jiachen, it's time to go to the appointment..."
An hour later, at the appointment place, Zhi Lili only saw a small grave and tall grass growing on the grave.
Zhilili touched his nose: "Oh, is this kid dying so soon?"
Lulu stroked his half-long beard and said, "One hundred and twenty years have passed."
Luo Baobao patted the black wine bag on his waist and said, "The wine I brewed has gone crazy."
Zhilili was speechless for a moment and left.
But later, Zhi Lili found that he spent more and more time at the grave, and even became familiar with the little ghost head at the grave next door.
She didn't understand why the crispy boy from a hundred and twenty years ago made her eyes water.
Zhi Lili: "There must be something wrong with the expedition route taken a hundred and twenty years ago. I'm going to take a look and wake up the thousand-year-old evil spirit that killed a thousand swords and have a fight!"
The little devil stood aside in shock: "I don't think you are right, but I want to go and see with you..."
So, a fairy and a little ghost embarked on a road of no return together again.
Mission: Brave people enjoy the world first
