Chapter 1 (1/2)

Qingyao has been a playwright since childhood. She cries when she cries and laughs when she laughs. Her temperament is very changeable. Her family can't tell when she will cry and laugh.

She grew up and went to middle school. People who see her for the first time will have an amazing feeling that they have searched for an angel all their life. Want to know her, talk to her, even if you can't get her, look at her from a distance, you're in a good mood.

However, those who really know her are far away from her.

Because she is a witch, a witch who likes to play with people's hearts.

When she treats you well, you will think she is the person who knows you best and the most intimate confidant in the world.

When she is bad to you, it's over. She will prick your soft heart like the most ruthless devil. Like a cat catching a mouse, he will play with it with a naive smile and make fun of your pain.

You will live better than die, but you don't understand why.

She doesn't know when she is good to you or bad to you. It all depends on her mood.

When she went to college, one day, she had a whim and learned the fried chicken video from Baidu online.

She was impatient with learning and couldn't remember the ingredients, so she added something randomly.

After frying, she was curious about what the fried chicken she made would taste like. But she didn't want to taste it herself at all.

So she took it to the classroom with a smile and gave it to the boys.

When the boys ate it, they were surprised and praised it as the most delicious chicken they had ever eaten in their life.

She didn't believe it until a girl who hated her on weekdays tasted it unconvinced and walked away without humming.

At this time, she believed that she had really made a delicious food.

Then, a senior student became hot headed and sponsored her to open a fried chicken shop.

During the opening of the store, she stood behind the counter, wearing a white apron and smiling sweetly, as pure and beautiful as an angel falling into the world.

Many infatuated men bought fried chicken again and again in order to listen to her.

If they go to the back kitchen and see her killing chickens with a sweet smile, I'm afraid they'll run away with fear.

Usually, people who sell fried chicken buy killed frozen chicken.

She doesn't. She doesn't like to be blamed. She must buy live chickens to kill.

She noticed a strange thing. Every day, when she bought chickens, there was always a little cock who seemed to be spiritual and was particularly afraid of her. As soon as I saw her, I hid behind the cage and wanted to run away.

She thought it was very interesting. She kept the little cock until the last time. Every time she killed a chicken, she would look at the little cock with a smile. The little cock would shake his feathers.

When he killed it, the little cock would not resist or bark, but would weep silently.

She thought the little cock was so funny that she didn't want to kill it every time. She always had to tease it for a while.

If there were not such a chicken every day, she would be a little reluctant to kill it.

Somehow, when she saw the chicken, she wanted to kill it as if she had seen an enemy in a previous life.

One hundred days after opening the shop, she made a lot of money and happily asked a senior to buy her a drink.

After a good drink in the bar, she expertly sent away the senior students, went to the supermarket to buy a box of cocktails, and went back to her rental house to continue drinking.

The little rooster was tied at the end of her bed and was thrilled to see this.

A normal witch is terrible. How terrible should a drunk witch be? I can't imagine!

Then she died drunk.

An old man in an old Taoist robe and a Taoist boy in an old funny bun suddenly appeared in her room.

”Almost. He killed her once, and she killed him back a hundred times. The resentment should be almost. Get them back!” the old man sighed.

The old man shouted in his heart: This is a real injustice!

When Qingyao was a child, she once saw a fairy as weak and beautiful as a white lotus. Obviously, she was far less powerful and beautiful than Qingyao. However, those handsome male demons and immortals ran away quickly when they saw her, but they came close to the fairy one by one, and wished they could give all their treasures to the fairy.