Cheng Yanqing, the most irritable female butcher at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, has her biggest dream in life, which is to eat a hot bowl of salty tofu with fried dough sticks after unloading the meat.
The car lights cut through the early morning mist, and a black shadow clanked next to the truck bed where she had just unloaded the pigs - oh, good guy, a Western "old rice dumpling" with scarlet eyes!
Cheng Yanqing held the butcher's knife and was still wondering whether it was for pig blood or pork belly, when a chill suddenly hit the back of his neck: Damn it, this peaceful career of killing pigs and selling meat will be over!
She couldn't figure out how, since she was not a walking ginseng fruit, she could pick up a vampire today, bump into a yellow man blocking the road tomorrow, and have a Taoist demon blocking the door the day after tomorrow. Cheng Yanqing (sharpening the knife): Thank you for the invitation. I just want to be an ordinary pig butcher.
Others rely on their beauty and destiny to attract big men, but what does she rely on? The smell of lard that can't be washed away? Or the understanding of pork belly and tenderloin? She held the shiny knife and was puzzled: What are these ancestors trying to do? Want her to remove bones quickly? Does she have a loud voice?
However, in order to sell pork safely, she could only handle these uninvited "troublemakers" with one hand and one hand. Unexpectedly, as she was dealing with it, the way these big guys looked at her changed.
The down-and-out vampire begged humbly: Mortal... No, Yanqing! Please, a drop of blood...
The cold Taoist disciple's eyes were deep: Clear rules and commandments? For you, it can be broken.
The taciturn hybrid werewolf stood in front of her: If I hurt you, step on me first.
The great demon who has lived for a thousand years growled awkwardly: Mortal! ... Ahem, can you save a bowl of today's bone soup?
Purpose: Supernatural holy objects also mean everyone is equal, pursuing true love