A down-and-out sword cultivator gong and a gorgeous young Miaojiang shou
After ascending and undergoing tribulation, Ying Guizhou was left with three things: he had transmigrated, owned nothing, and fallen on hard times.
Forced to wander the wilderness for three months, he entered Yucheng with a group of refugees.
One day, under the blazing sun, Ying Guizhou was napping in a shady corner when someone suddenly kicked him and asked, "Do you know of a Taoist temple nearby that specifically worships the gods?"
Ying Guizhou cracked open an eye and saw a gorgeous youth dressed in foreign attire. He closed his eyes again, shifting into a more comfortable position. "Head north. You'll find it where the crowds are."
He had just arrived and had no idea. He was making it up.
At the time, Ying Guizhou thought that was the end of it. The youth could simply ask a local, after all. Why keep pestering him over this?
But he never expected the youth to be so petty. The boy held a grudge and chased him all the way to another city.
When they met again days later, a cold dagger was pressed to Ying Guizhou's throat. He immediately raised his hands, expertly pleading for mercy. "Hero, spare me!"
Every night afterward, Ying Guizhou, who was under a love spell and couldn't leave the boy's side, and had been forced to become his lackey, beat his chest and stamped his feet, regretting his big mouth.
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Theme: Stay positive and keep moving forward.
