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Well, a super annoying guy - because he comes to my shop to eat, never, no, give, money!

Well, that's bearable. There are only so many dragons in the world, and a large number of them died four thousand years ago, and the rest are rare species, which must be taken care of. Also, this dragon is the only youkai who has mastered the "Illusion of the Heart", so for me, it is necessary to use his ability.

Go back to my state of mind and thus ......

It's like beating a game, gaining experience and rewards to become stronger.

"I need your strength. I said. (I know some undisciplined readers will be thinking crookedly, you people...... Is...... ）

"Leave it to me, my friend. The guy who doesn't pay for dinner said with a smile.

It's like entering a dream, and it's like waking up from a thousand-year-old dream. The scene in front of me suddenly became blurry, complex and real, familiar and yet unfamiliar. I can't help but think about whether this was the case when I was first born.

So, who am I?

I am 梼杌, a youkai born from the darkness of human hearts. I am one of the four murderers, a 10,000-year-old demon who cannot be freed. I am the partner of the Eight Demon Kings and the biggest enemy of the Demon Hunt. I'm a glamorous unmarried lover......

But am I really me?

I am......

I am born in Tangshan, a woodcutter. Owl Head Mountain is my hometown, the land where I was born, and my parents are honest woodcutters. I love what I do, and everyone calls us woodcutters, and I can see from the books that this is also called woodcutters...... Some trees can't be cut down, they are the gods of the mountains, protecting our side of the peace, don't you know, the old elm tree in the south of the mountain, which has lived from the past dynasty to the present, is the god, and the banyan tree with vines on the mountainside is also a god...... The people of the imperial court want to build water conservancy, they don't care about the local gods, they only recognize money...... The messenger asked me to cut down the old elm tree, and I took the axe, which I sharpened every day, and sharpened it beautifully, and with the hand that I rubbed every day with the handle of the axe, and with the saw, and with the texture of the tree, and gave birth to calluses, I would kill the gods...... The blade of the axe fell on the officer's back, and I chopped down a tree like a tree and chopped it into pieces, slowly, slowly, and slowly chopping a tree that did not look like a tree...... The gods were still cut down, by the ungodly. I hid in the mountains and forests, and saw the branches of the gods trembling, and the hugging trunks rubbing against the ground made a tooth-aching sound...... Can you cut your own neck with an axe? I did. With the sharpened axe, which has cut down trees, and drunk blood.

I'm Hao Jin, and now I'm a general, oh no, I used to be. I was taught to kill without blinking, if you hesitate, if you hesitate, if you hesitate, someone else's sword will wipe your neck. The battlefield is not a joke, and the fallen person cannot turn over and sit up with a smile. The essence of war is to harvest life, and if you go down with a tiger's head knife, large areas of blood will splash up like red glow, and large areas of people will fall like wheat...... My mother told me that when a meteor fell in the sky, one of them died. What a joke, when I slashed and killed, why didn't I see meteors falling in the sky, like fireworks? I am a qualified soldier, and I used to be, I killed people without blinking. But on this day, I hesitated. The general of the other side was my former comrade-in-arms, and I thought he was dead. Before Jiang ...... finished speaking, the sky and the ground in front of me turned over and over, and in the gap I saw a headless body, wearing a bright red battle robe...... Why is it so familiar? I remember, it's mine. Chiang was on his horse, the tip of his sword stained with blood.

I am Wang Qiqi, born on the seventh day of the seventh month, the Qixi Festival, and I should thank my name, it makes me never forget my birthday. Sometimes I hate myself for not being born. Life is precious, turtle egg, if you were the son of a chicken, would you think so? My surname is Wang, but my eldest (i.e. father) does not know whether the surname Guo or the surname is Zhang, and my mother wishfully thinks that the mongrel surnamed Wang is my eldest one. My mother wanted to elope with the smasher surnamed Wang, and was broken by the smasher and kicked a dozen times, and it was a miracle that I was still born, although I didn't want such a miracle to happen. My mother always chattered that the surname Wang would come back, but he was just a ghost for a while...... Fart. This woman I call him my mother, and I don't have anything to do with half a dime, remember, no! My mother is old, **don't want her anymore, tell her to get out. That day, I walked into the place where the men usually had fun, and when I came out, blood was dripping from between my fingernails - no one would ever point a finger at the woman.

My name is Hu Yi and I am a thief. There is nothing dishonorable about a thief, and if he can earn more money from serious labor than he steals, if he can feed his family and fill his four hungry mouths, why should I be a thief? I let people go, and I stand behind the door with a stick, and somebody will give him a stick—I don't want anyone to come, because I don't want anyone to hurt, I don't want to turn theft into robbery. I'm not a good person, I'm not an evil person, I'm just an ordinary person, a cowardly thief. But whoever wants to hurt my four children, I'll play with him!

I'm Tao Ran. I'm Takainoe. I'm Wu Han. I'm Zhu He.

I'm Tili Zhenjie. I'm a bag of four-eight. I'm Wei Tan. I'm Zhu Zhai.

I am......

I seem to be all of them, walking in the cycle of one life after another.

The illusion of the heart, the first one, the state of mind of a thousand lifetimes.

I have lived for 10,000 years, but in the illusion, I have spent almost 10 million years. Who am I? Can I tell the difference?

The life of a human being, and the life of a human being, a lifetime of life, I lived as Him, I died as Him, I saw His sin, and I saw the goodness in His sin.

I'm a youkai born from the sins of humans. I only live by evil, and I can't use the slightest bit of good to soothe my broken heart that is as cold as iron.

Those human evils make up who I am now. It is precisely these evils that make me eternally rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and I am in pain all the time. I want to be free, but why should I be allowed to see, to see the evil of these human beings?

Oh, by the way, who am I? Why do I live?

Who is calling me?

What...... A voice, from far and near, called me:

"Stick...... Pestle, pestle!"

What is that, a piece of furniture?

That...... Is it my name?

It's a silver bell-like voice, a seemingly familiar face.

A word that seemed unfamiliar, and seemed to have been said a thousand times, suddenly came to my lips. I said with difficulty: "Charm ......"

I seem to remember, I am who I am, I am - the pestle.

Everything around them, like a faded and yellowed picture, began to peel off inch by inch, gradually turning into snow flying all over the sky. The front and back are silvery white, as if the world shaped by mercury, and in the center of the world, there are four figures standing.

An unknown white-haired man, a five-and-a-half-foot-tall boy, a big man with an iron tower, and a lewd goatee. With me, that's five people, the only five people in this vast silver world.

The white-haired man said, "Welcome back, 梼杌." ”

I know who he is, I have seen him at the beginning of my life.

I said, "Hello, master." ”

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