As a result, they naturally lost.
He saw that I was covered in injuries.
I saw him cough up blood all over his clothes again.
The two of them actually laughed at the same time.
"Would you say we're in the same boat?" he asked.
"Yes, of course it counts!" I smiled.
He threw down the book, I loosened my embrace, and the two of us nestled together to heal our wounds.
He went to take the exam, and I returned to the wisteria tree. My injuries were too severe, and I could no longer leave my original body.
When he opened his eyes again, he was under the wisteria tree, having changed out of his white clothes and into a black shirt.
He said, "I waited for you for ten years, even giving up my official post, before you finally woke up."
I laughed so hard that wisteria petals scattered everywhere. How silly of me.
From then on, he neither took office nor practiced cultivation; we lived a life of wandering and roaming the world until he grew old and died.
The moment he closed his eyes, I sighed that I was just a lowly demon with weak magic, unable to take him with me to seek immortality and eternal life.
Fortunately, he was a good person and still has a chance to be reincarnated.
In the six lifetimes that followed, I went through hardships with him and stayed with him until old age, which can be described as seven lifetimes without worries.
This may already be the limit of happiness.
So, in the eighth life, retribution came.
First, my original body, the wisteria tree, was inexplicably struck by lightning and burned down to just a little bit of its roots. Fortunately, over the years, I have cultivated a solid human body that can detach from the wisteria tree. However, my lifespan has been damaged, and I can only make up for it slowly through cultivation in the future.
Furthermore, in his eighth reincarnation, he was an extremely ugly man.
Unfortunately, this is a world where appearance is king.
He tried to comfort himself, saying that being ugly didn't matter, as long as he had the ability. However, the world said, "You're too naive."
I have witnessed firsthand how he was isolated time and time again during his studies and treated unfairly time and time again when he was looking for a job.
I said, I burned them all down.
He said that we are now in a peaceful era, and that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we will not be allowed to create spirits.
I said, I am a spirit that was created hundreds of years before the founding of the People's Republic of China.
He rubbed my hair and laughed, "How come you still don't understand human nature after all these years?"
Human nature—it's that phrase again; I'm used to hearing it.
He seemed indifferent, but he often stared blankly at his phone, which displayed all sorts of handsome men and beautiful women.
Although he didn't say it, the longing in his eyes was real.
I said, you used to be much prettier than them.
Really? How good-looking is he? His eyes sparkled.
I casually sketched a series of paintings, each depicting him through seven lifetimes.
He exclaimed, "So beautiful! I've been this beautiful for seven lifetimes, I guess I've used up all my energy in this one."
I remained silent. My luck was almost gone. I touched the small piece of wisteria root I had in my arms.
One day, he asked casually, "How about I get plastic surgery? I need to have some bone removed from my face and used to augment my nose, reduce the size of my mouth, get double eyelid surgery, and have my eyes widened to make them look bigger..."
He talked in a very trivial way, and I felt my hair stand on end listening to him.
I said, "Okay!"
He said, "Thank you. I hope I won't scare you when I open my eyes."
I said, no, he must be handsome and majestic.
He smiled but didn't say anything.
I made up my mind and said, "You don't need plastic surgery, I'll give you a new skin. You've heard of Painted Skin, right?"
His eyes lit up instantly, and he said, "I've heard of it, but I always thought it was just a legend."
I said, it's not just a legend, I know how to change the skin.
On the operating table, he trusted me unconditionally. I used a little magic, and he fainted.
Holding the delicate scalpel, I felt utterly lost and helpless.
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