I transmigrated into a novel as its strongest villain.
On the day I married the heroine, Leng Rushuang, the male lead descended from the sky:
“Rushuang, you can’t marry him!”
“He’s nothing but an ordinary Great Emperor. He can’t make you happy!”
Without hesitation, Leng Rushuang turned and threw herself into the arms of the male lead, Xiao Ce.
“Brother Xiao is right. You can’t make me happy, so I won’t marry you!”
Naturally cautious, I asked carefully, “May I ask what level of cultivation you have, and which faction your family belongs to?”
Xiao Ce flushed red. “I may only be at the third level of Qi Refining right now, but fortunes change! Give me another thirty years, and I’ll definitely surpass you!”
I looked thoroughly impressed, then brought my palm down from the sky:
“But you only have three seconds left.”
