When the Demon Lord Was Mistaken for a Poor Little Thing

I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the wicked female supporting character and picked up a stunning young man with amnesia. He was sweet and clingy, though his words could cut a little deep. “Did you build your cultivation through sheer age?” I took him in as a poor little thing, shielding him from danger and searching for treasures on his behalf. Then, in a secret realm, the ten great sects surrounded me. I was ready to live or die alongside him. But he gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and sighed. “I’ve been pretending for this long. I didn’t do it just to watch you get yourself killed.” The next moment, heaven and earth dimmed, and a hundred thousand demonic soldiers appeared. Standing before the army of demons, he raised a lazy brow. “Who was it just now that scared my girl?”