Wangchuan Yin

[Two male protagonists + two strong characters + cool writing + affectionate protection] Everyone in the six realms knows that Demon Lord Wangchuan is the most beautiful person in the six realms who is so beautiful that his gender is blurred. He is also the strongest in the world and is invincible. The nursery rhyme "Cinnabar tears, the devil's breath is cold, the Wanchuan smiles and the six realms tremble" has long been engraved into the bones and blood of the six realms. But who has ever seen that three thousand years ago, he walked into the world in white clothes, protected the red lotus in the fairy pond of Manjusri Temple, restored the broken string of a blind girl, melted the glaciers in the north to save the herdsmen, and did good deeds as if they were instinctive? Because he was born in the demon world, under the iron law of the divine world that "demons and demons are all evil", even if he does all kinds of good deeds, he still can't escape the stigma of "the remnant of chaos". When Lord Jingtian held up the banner of "Exterminating Demons and Defending the Way" and stepped on the demonic barrier, when the cold light of the Demon-Slaying Formation was hidden under the guise of "Protecting the Common People", the boy in white finally waved the Magic Night Bone Umbrella and broke through the thirty-third heaven with his own power. The cinnabar mole that formed at the end of his left eye after the war was as red as the blood drops falling from the lotus petals of the fairy pond, and it no longer looked as gentle as before. Three thousand years later, the Blood Lotus Pond in the Demon Palace was in full swing. The black-robed Demon Lord was leaning on the throne, and the magic breath at his fingertips could lightly crush the conspiracies of the divine world. When the God Realm held the Hongmen Banquet with the invitation of the "Feast of the Six Realms", the words "Wuwangtai" on the invitation oozed blood with the devil's breath. The cinnabar moles at the end of his eyes glowed golden red, and the corners of his lips curved into a lazy smile: "It's a boring trick, but since there are beauties here - it doesn't hurt to go." After all, in these six realms, someone should have overturned the fig leaf of the "righteous path" long ago. And the red lotus in the fairy pond that he had protected, an old favor he had not forgotten for three thousand years, would eventually bloom in this storm, a flower more beautiful than the blood lotus. His game has just begun.