When the god picked at my immortal bones, blood splattered all over him.
I am a little fairy who works hard and diligently to cultivate immortality.
Encountered the most outrageous plot in a bloody storybook,
The man I loved had his immortal bones removed with his own hands.
Before I died, the immortals asked me if I had any last words.
All I want to say is: "Damn it! A pervert misled me!"
Intention: Just be happy, what's the use of thinking so much?
