In order not to follow the path of becoming an immortal for thousands of years, Fox Siyou set his sights on the magic weapon around the neck of the mortal Wang Du. Unexpectedly, this magic weapon was more prickly than a cactus. The 28th time she stole it, she was electrocuted into scorched hands——
"The blind and wicked God has caused me misery!"
What's worse is that she also bumps into her roommate Mu Zhen, a Taoist priest who hides a knife in his smile. One second she was administering acupuncture to the plagued people, and the next second she held a mahogany sword against her throat, smiling and speaking the truth: "I heard that fox essence is the most effective in refining elixirs. The older the better, the better. How many years have you been practicing?"
Siyou huddled in the corner and shivered: This is not what her mother said about the "beauty trap to steal the lock"! Wang Duna, a mortal, didn't look at her at all, but cared deeply for the sick and weak maid He Ling; the Taoist priest Mu Zhen seemed to be pure, but his eyes seemed to tear her bones apart into her soul; even the broken lock became a spirit, and it "sizzled" every time he came near, just like his arrogant ex-boyfriend!
When the fox demon's demonic power collides with the Taoist priest's peach wood sword, when the immortal envoy meets the obsessed mortal -
Siyou held up his electro-numbed paws and wailed: "Can't I just steal this lock?!"
Mu Zhen played with the sword spike and chuckled: "It's too late, you are already my alchemy material."
He Ling looked at He Yu in the sky and whispered: "The road to becoming an immortal is long, don't lose your Taoist heart for mortals."
Intention: Everything is empty