I Will Kill All the Immortal Owls with My Mortal Bones

#Antiroutine cultivation#marketplace fireworks#demixiucongliang#two-way salvation#non-traditional refreshing article He was once a feared demon cultivator, with bloody hands and a cold heart. She was once a beggar living on the street, as humble as dust, but with a warm heart. A meeting on a snowy night entangled two lives that should have never intersected. From being dependent on each other in a ruined temple to having different paths in the immortal gate, from a blood feud to a world of fireworks. "Does a person like you deserve a good death?" "I don't seek a happy ending, I just seek a clear conscience." When the flames of war reignite, when fate reincarnates, the devil who once slaughtered the common people chooses to hold the knife covered with glutinous rice flour in his hand this time—— Not to kill, but to protect the lamp beside the stove that was left for him until late at night.