[Love-struck phoenix top × unhinged battle god bottom]
Lu Xingchu was a little peach blossom spirit picked up by Qi Yuan. Perhaps after a thousand years of loneliness, Qi Yuan’s heart softened, and he kept the little peach blossom demon by his side.
But as he raised him, the boy somehow went astray. Watching the jade-like youth repeatedly do obsessive, deranged things, Qi Yuan was thrown into turmoil, gripped by a growing sense of dread...
And sure enough
Qi Yuan looked at the youth before him, a phoenix-fire pattern roiling between his brows. The boy pressed close, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan’s mind couldn’t quite keep up, but before he could react, Lu Xingchu forced a smile, tinged with a plea.
The corners of his eyes were frighteningly red, yet his gaze held boundless tenderness. “Brother, do you remember me now?”
The tangled memories of a thousand years surged back. But the more he remembered, the more he seemed to sink into an abyss...
