An extremely undisciplined spirit fox, she has great ambitions throughout her life and has become a well-known lazy fairy in the six realms. She is good at eliminating violence and is so handsome that she is scumbag.
But such a deep belief is not tolerated by the gods and demons of heaven and earth...
Western boundary
The peach blossoms stretch for ten miles, the misty waves cut off the love, and the Forgotten River is peerless and dustless. He is the thirty-third heaven, the lonely god in the world.
No sorrow or joy, living in accordance with all phenomena to protect the world.
That year, after narrowly avoiding death and becoming a human body, she was dressed in blood-red clothes, leaning lazily under the thick peach tree, looking back at him and laughing at him, "Master, let's go down to earth to play. I want to pick up girls, and Master is treating me~"
Under the rain of peach blossoms, the sound of the piano suddenly turned, "Yang'er, you never lie."
He was dressed in frosty white, with snow-clad hair and black hair. With a snap of his fingers, the dust suddenly shattered into a fence.
She raised her lips in a smile, and her slender fingers were caught off guard and crushed a pink petal, as if she was ignorant, "You have to learn everything to survive, right?..." He made a pun and said, "Same-sex love is popular first, Master will also have to follow the trend in the future."
He raised his eyes and gave a heartfelt smile, "Then just open a Yihong Courtyard in Heaven..."
Magic Palace
The evil spirit filled the palace, and the man in evil clothes pinched her jaw, as if he wanted to crush her. "I asked you to assassinate him, but look what you have done? You violated the rules and fell in love with your master? Huh!?"
She huddled in the corner with bruises all over her body, and turned away bitterly, "Subordinate, it is a disgrace to the master's mission..."
"If others don't die, I will kill you!"
Shaking her away fiercely, wiping his fingertips in disgust, the evil-looking man suddenly stood up with a sneer and threw a dagger in front of her. "You can choose not to betray him, but during this period, what you have to pay is - every three days, you have to pluck a piece of fox fur with your own hands to sew a cloak for him, okay?"
She was frightened and stepped back with her eyes widened. "My tribe! Didn't you say that as long as I kill him, you will let my tribe go!"
"It's extremely cold in the western world." He leaned over and jeered, putting the dagger into her hand. "How about this spirit fox cloak, as a warm testimony of your love?"
"..."
On one side is the warmth of ten miles of peach blossoms and four waters, on the other side is the bloodthirsty and cold Nine Nether Demon Palace.
That gorgeous red blood swirled powerlessly between heaven and earth, gods and demons.
The Lazy Immortal swept across the six realms... The once pure faith was gone.
After thousands of years of silence, fate passed away, and the reverse cycle restarted...
——Who is that? Barefoot Lingbo, the four water lakes in the western boundary are spotless, jumping green hair like fire, noble and decisive like a god?
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Fairy tales, written in a novice + mistreat style~~ If you like it, you are welcome to come in~