"Hahaha, this was when Changsheng cooked for the first time and forced Second Brother and Xiao Bai to eat it!"
"This was when Xiao Bai stood in a tree, and Second Brother cut the branch off with one stroke of his sword, sending him tumbling down!"
"This was when Second Brother dressed as a woman. He really did look the part, and so did Xiao Bai and Changsheng!"
"Why did that brat Xiao Feng look so pleased drinking bathwater? Had that blond already harbored designs on Tutu back then?"
"This is my Tutu. My Tutu really is adorable!"
Ouyang had plastered the tiny space with images from the Recording Stones, watching his unruly disciples make every imaginable fool of themselves.
He watched with relish, never getting enough.
Every Recording Stone represented a memory well worth commemorating, and every Recording Stone held someone Ouyang constantly thought of and worried about.
In that cramped space, even turning over was difficult.
He either sat leaning against the wall, curled into a ball, or squatted like a toad.
Even straightening his back and standing for a moment had become an extravagant wish.
Ouyang had suggested getting a bigger cell, but "Death" had not responded. After hurriedly leaving him a tiny storage pouch, he seemed to have vanished forever.
Leaving him that storage pouch had probably cost "Death" a great deal of strength, too.
He had to search through the River of Time and give Ouyang this loophole as well.
Although he represented this world's death, this was also "Death's" duty.
Faced with such unreasonable conditions from Ouyang, he had still tried his best to satisfy him.
At heart, he was a gentle person, too!
Ouyang felt little aversion toward "Death." As someone who appeared only after all things withered away, he was probably