Chapter 1 — Thanh La Phong Nguyet Ky

My husband is ninety years old and still has the strength to fight a tiger. I was originally a lake demon in the mountains, but fell in love with a hunter in the mountains. I hid my demon body and pretended to be a mortal to accompany him for decades. Looking at him from dark blue hair to all snow white... but still can't wait for him to breathe his last breath. Humans have a lifespan of no more than a hundred years, yet this hunter at eighty years old can still chop firewood with his bare hands, and at ninety years old he can still chase wild boars across the mountains. 1 Liu Tranh... finally died. Last night, I even helped him sit up to look at the moon. His hand held mine, as rough as ever, but the warmth was still as warm as decades ago. The next morning, the sun had risen so high that it hung brightly above his head, but he still lay motionless. I put my hand in front of his nose, only to discover... his breathing was already perfect. The body was still warm, the facial expression was peaceful, the corners of the lips seemed to still carry a faint smile. My heart suddenly choked, as if there was a bunch of wet cotton blocking the middle of my chest, soft and heavy. Several decades have passed, and I watched with my own eyes as he transformed from a handsome young man who could kill a wild boar with his bare hands, turning into an old man with a hunchback and age spots on his face, and whenever there was sunshine, he would sit and doze. I wait for him to grow old, wait for him to die, wait for this worldly relationship to end so I can return to being my fox. But that damn old man... has lived too long! 2 Seventy years ago, I had just transformed into human form. According to the orders of the elders of the clan, I must go down the mountain to practice and experience the emotions of mortals. Only when we stay with a person for a whole lifetime, waiting for him to live out his life span, can we consider our merit complete and be allowed to continue practicing. So I went to a small village closest to the demon world. That day, I chose Luu Tranh... Just because he was a lonely hunter, without parents, without relatives, with a simple personality but a strong body. The most important thing is that everyone's life span is short, you don't have to wait long. At that time, he was just in his twenties. He looked skinny and didn't have much flesh, but he carried hundreds of pounds of prey down the mountain without even breathing. I pretended to be a refugee girl from the South and fainted right in front of his house. When he saw me, he panicked, immediately carried me home, and gave me water and rice. His tanned face was full of simplicity. “H… almost… where did you come from?” I lowered my eyes and muffled my voice to make it softer and more pitiful. "My family has had a disaster... everything is gone..." He frantically rubbed his hands, thinking for a long time before coming up with one sentence: "Or... the lady was here temporarily first? I... I'm not a bad guy!" So I stayed, starting this earthly relationship. 3 At first it was just to repay the favor, I helped him wash his clothes and cook, but over time the two of us naturally became friends. On the wedding night, he held my hand, his face red to the ears, stammering and swearing: "Tue Nuong... I, I will definitely treat you well from now on... let you live your days in peace!" In my heart, I wanted to laugh a little, but at the same time I was a little soft and hard to put into words - what an idiot. For the first ten years, he went to the mountains to hunt, I kept the house, and the days passed peacefully. He is extremely good to me, he keeps everything delicious for me; Winter still hugs my cold feet and warms them. We gradually get used to the smoke from the wood stove and the sound The breathing of another person lying next to me at night. Twenty years have passed, some hunters of the same age in the village have back pain, some are disabled. And he was still as strong as a young man, going to the mountains to hunt animals, each time harvesting more than others. I began to mutter in my heart... could a mortal body be this good? By the time forty years have passed, my sideburns have begun to have gray strands. I had to carefully cover it with magic, trying to maintain the appearance of a woman in her forties. What about him? He's almost fifty! Carrying a buck down the mountain can still jog all the way. The young men in the village were no match for his strength. There are a few wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and the hair is also tinged with silver ash, but the spirit, vitality, even appetite... is nowhere like an old person's? 4 I'm starting to feel really worried. Every day, playing the role of a mortal is extremely tiring, having to restrain your demonic energy, hide your magic power, and not dare to show any flaw. At night he was already asleep, I didn't dare show my true form, so I waved my tail to relieve myself a bit. I just hope he gets old quickly and returns to earth, so that I can escape this fate. But it's interesting - his life is tougher than a mountain rock. When he was sixty years old, while chasing a wild boar, he accidentally slipped and rolled down the mountainside. The villagers carried him home, everyone thought he would not survive this time. I sit vigil next to the bed, with five miscellaneous objects in my heart. On the one hand, I thought I was finally about to be freed, on the other hand, looking at his pale face and closed eyes... the wet cotton ball in my chest choked again, so heavy that I could neither swallow nor exhale. Result... On the third day, he sat up and drank porridge by himself. Half a month later, he put his knife on his shoulder and went straight into the forest. The whole village said that Liu Tranh was protected by the mountain god. I stood in the yard, watching his silhouette limp but still walk straight away... almost crushing the bowl he was holding in his hand.