Destroy the Devil and Let Me Go Home to Find My Mother

I traveled into a novel about cultivating immortals that I wrote, and I also had a tablet computer that could rewrite the plot. When the devil knew that the outcome had already been decided, he began to mess up. When my senior brother possessed sublime martial power and my senior sister possessed boundless beauty, they became greedy. My senior brother cut off both of my hands and I can no longer type. But the devil cut off his hand and gave it to me, asking me to go home to find my mother. Intention: Cherish the present