Legend of Demons

It was a dark night and the wind was high, so I bent over my desk and wrote quickly. There is a poem to prove it, saying: A cloud of mist and rain lights up the south of the Yangtze River. A little flash of light, ultimately an illusion. A touch of affection... Suddenly, murderous intent came towards me, and I couldn't dodge it. Oops... "Go away, stop writing Zou Zou over there. Where is the introduction? When will it be due?" "Um, um, can we put the knife away first so that we can talk to each other?" I carefully pushed the blade away a little, feeling panicked inside. "Bullshit, either give me an introduction. Or, I'll kill you?" My liver and gallbladder are about to burst: "Young hero, spare your life and lend me your precious sword." "What for?" "I have become a fast person since I broke my neck. I will save the introduction for later." Clang… "Ahem, help, I don't want an introduction..." I raised the knife and snorted, squinting at the person in front of me. Hahaha, what a beautiful thought. Not finished, to be continued...