Madman's Bone: Three Hundred Years of Begging Him

[Cool, restrained bottom × obsessive, unhinged top]

[Imprisoned in the mortal realm × a century in the Demon Palace × amnesia and escape × truth revealed × facing the heavenly tribulation together]

I taught him for three hundred years. He imprisoned me for three hundred years.

Li Chenyuan was the first disciple I ever took, and the last.

The boy who had nearly frozen to death in the snow grew up to become the supreme ruler of the demon realm. The first thing he did was lock me at his side.

Three years in the mortal realm, three hundred years in the Demon Palace. I grew used to the weight of the chains, his feverish gaze, and the question he asked every day: “Master, is there a place for me in your heart?”

I didn't answer, so he answered for me: “Your silence means yes.”

Later, he lost his memory. I tricked him into unlocking my chains, sealed him in a desolate mountain, and fled to the mortal realm.

Those two hundred years were the most peaceful of my life.

Then he broke free of the seal and found me, his madness deeper than ever.

“Master, this time, I won't believe you again.”

But he didn't know that when he lost his memory all those years ago, I could have killed him, but I chose not to.

When he saw the truth in the memory stone, the man who had been mad his whole life wore a bewildered expression for the first time.

It turned out I had never abandoned him.

It turned out he had spent two hundred years hating the wrong person.

When the heavenly tribulation struck that day, he shielded me with his life.

And I traded thousands of years of cultivation to keep him alive.

Later, we became ordinary mortals and opened a teahouse in a small town.

Someone asked if I regretted it.

I looked at him as he wiped down a table and smiled.

I don't.

In this life, we were fated not to escape, and neither of us wanted to.