A seemingly carefree but actually gloomy, world-weary demon lord x a seemingly aloof, high-and-mighty but actually scheming and theatrical beauty of an immortal lord
Xie Mo was born with demonic bones and had slaughtered countless people. Every immortal sect and noble family wanted him dead.
Little did they know, he was only a blade wielded openly by someone else.
That person saved him from danger, led him onto the demonic path, and, in their tender moments, told him he was the most important person in his life.
He believed him.
Until a familiar sword pierced his heart.
As his soul scattered, he finally understood: he was merely a stepping stone for Su Lisheng to get closer to his beloved.
Reborn, he returned to the time when he had just become the Demon Lord.
Looking at the sanctimonious, confident senior disciple of the immortal sect, who was also his ex, Xie Mo smiled and struck him with a palm.
This time, he might as well become a demon lord in name as well as deed.
The leisurely sound of a zither drifted over. He glanced toward a pavilion in the distance.
The person playing was aloof and otherworldly, like a lone pine on a snowy peak, impossible to sully.
If that scumbag was too afraid to pursue him, then Xie Mo would.
The first thing he did as Demon Lord was sleep with the scumbag's beloved!
But...
Why did this beloved seem a little off?
Xie Mo lay rigid on the bed, looking down in confusion. The aloof beauty of the immortal sect clung tightly to him like an octopus, his hot breath brushing against Xie Mo's neck and sending shivers through him.
"Demon Lord, have you come here tonight to abduct an innocent man? Dream on! I'd rather die than give in to you!"
?
Who was abducting whom here?!
Shocking! The young master of an immortal clan, the untouchable beauty who kept everyone at a distance, was actually a fake flower!
*
Ning Yu was born into one of the immortal clans' top families. He was a renowned sword cultivator and genius, the very picture of an untouchable beauty.
But he had two secrets.
One: It was all an act.
Two: His cultivation had gone awry, and every night he felt as if ants were gnawing at his heart. There was no cure.
Until he found the cure: Xie Mo.
As long as he was in physical contact with him, the pain would instantly ease.
A faint breeze stirred the curtain in the room. Ning Yu raised his brows and lay down contentedly.
Come on, come on. Hurry up and kidnap me.
*
One day,
Su Lisheng stood outside Ning Yu's door, his expression gentle and a jade sword glowing in his tightly clasped hand.
"Junior Brother, may I come in?"
Inside, Ning Yu's snow-cold face was tinged with a faint blush, and his eyes had taken on an inexplicable hint of allure. Yet his voice remained as icy as ever:
"It's not convenient."
Xie Mo, the one who had started it all, tightened his hold as if he wanted to merge Ning Yu into his very bones.
He said darkly, "That sword was forged with the power of my demonic bones. Ziqing, are you sure you don't want it?"
Ning Yu's lips curved into a smile.
A sword glowing with radiant light flew into the room and embedded itself beside Xie Mo's neck, just a hair's breadth away.
"Then I'll gladly accept it, dear husband."
Outside the door, Su Lisheng stared at his empty palm: ???
Reading Guide:
1. They take turns as the top.
2. The blurb may be revised once the story is more complete.
Theme: Live for yourself.
