A hellish start? No! Shen Yan smiled. She knows this thing about readers eating crazy batches better than anyone else.
So, when Xie Wujiu, who was dressed in red and had black hair, pinched her neck and whispered softly, "Master said, you are a disaster and cannot be kept"——
She stood on tiptoes and kissed his blood-stained thin lips: "Before you kill me, do you want to kiss me first?"
One kiss could determine life or death, and she won the bet.
He was taken back to the Demon Palace, wrapped in chains, and wouldn't leave even an inch. It was said that he was cold-blooded and heartless, but late at night, he knelt in front of the bed, awkwardly tucked her into bed, and muttered in confusion: "Yanyan, you kissed me today, did you really mean it?"
Shen Yan knew that she had become the only variable in this world of unintentional madness.
During the siege of the Immortal Sect, he slaughtered half of the sect with one man and one sword. When he looked back, his eyes were red and charming: "Yanyan, I'm dirty, do you still kiss me?"
She walked towards him in the rain of blood and kissed away the blood on his cheek.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
