When the Demon Lord Is Mistaken for a Little Pitiful Person

I dressed up as a vicious female supporting character in a novel about cultivating immortals, and picked up a stunning young man who had lost his memory. He was well-behaved and clingy, but his words were a little heart-wrenching: "Does your cultivation come from your age?" I kept him by my side as a pitiable child, shielded him from arrows, and hunted for treasures for him. Until the ten major sects surrounded me in the secret realm, and I wanted to live and die with him. But he gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and sighed: "I have been pretending for so long, not to see you die." The next moment, the sky and the earth turned pale, and a hundred thousand demon soldiers descended. He stood before all the demons and raised his eyebrows lazily: "Who scared my little girl just now?"