In my last life, I picked up a broken-winged sparrow that no one wanted and made a contract out of kindness. My brothers and sisters all advised me to think again. I caressed his broken wings, as if I saw myself who had sacrificed his cultivation to protect the sect. I spent all my resources on him and took good care of him every day for ten years. After he took shape, he immediately chose to kill me. His true identity is a peerless demon king. He was cursed by ancient times and had to break his wings to survive. He made a contract with me just to exchange the punishment from heaven on me. The next second. God's punishment fell, and the rolling golden thunder struck me. He watched me struggling painfully in the mud, my skin cracked, and his voice was as cold as ice. It was obvious that he wanted me to die immediately, but when my body disappeared, he looked at me in horror as if I had seen a ghost.
