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 her broken wings, as if I saw myself who had sacrificed his cultivation to protect the sect. I spent all my resources on her and took good care of her for ten years. After she took shape, she immediately chose to kill me. Her true identity is a peerless demon who was cursed by ancient times and had to break her wings to survive. The contract she made with me was just to exchange the punishment from heaven on me. The next second. God's punishment fell, and the rolling golden thunder struck me. She watched me struggling painfully in the mud, with cracked skin and a voice as cold as ice. She obviously wanted me to die immediately, but when my body disappeared, she looked at me in horror as if I had seen a ghost.
