My Little Beauty
我的小美男
by The Unscrupulous Taoist Priest Duan De (无良道士段德)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 30k Words
- Chapters
- 6
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Updated
- 3mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Stats
Tags
- ThemeWestern Fantasy
- POVBottom-Lead (Shou)
- Age18+
- Angst
- High Concept
- Infinite Flow
- Level-Up Progression
- System
- Xianxia Cultivation
Synopsis
Su Mo slipped into a book of cultivation and became the worst cannon fodder in the book. To what extent cannon fodder? The whole story only appears in less than three chapters, and the only plot contribution is that he has a good face - and then he is targeted by the disfigured crazy male protagonist, skinned alive, and made into a human skin mask. The day he woke up, the system told him coldly: There were seven days left before he was skinned. Su Mo: "...?" System: "Please conquer the male protagonist Shen Yan as soon as possible, influence him, warm him up, and make him put down his butcher knife." Su Mo took a look at the original description - Shen Yan, a ruthless man with broken spiritual roots and ruined appearance who was thrown into a mass grave by his enemies and survived by swallowing up resentment. Paranoid, suspicious, bloodthirsty, and possessing the desire to destroy all beautiful things. And his face is the perfect match for "beautiful". What's the difference between letting him attack such people and stuffing fat into the mouth of a hungry wolf? But the system said that if the mission failed, he would be released and taken away, leaving him a second-level qi-training loser waiting to die. Su Mo took a deep breath and swallowed the fear back into his stomach. Okay, I worked as a social animal for five years in my previous life. Why didn't Party A's father take care of me? Isn't he just a crazy person who lacks love? What a laborer is best at is observing words and emotions, and being able to bend and stretch. With only a half-baked memory of the original work, and a long-lost spiritual grass as a token of fame, he cautiously approached the sinister young man full of resentment. He thought this was an act of adversity, walking on thin ice. Until that night, Shen Yan pressed him against the cold stone wall. The mask on the young man's face was cold, but his breath was hot. When it brushed against his ear, there was an extremely suppressed trembling sound: "You said that no one in this world would be nice to me for no reason. Then why are you here?" Su Mo opened his mouth and swallowed back "Because the system held a knife to my neck." Shen Yan chuckled lowly and pressed his forehead against his shoulder, like a trapped animal that had finally found its lair. His voice penetrated through the cracks in his bones: "I already know you are lying. But it doesn't matter - now that you are here, don't even think about leaving." From that day on, Su Mo realized that the identities of hunter and prey were never fixed. And Shen Yan was not the only person he saved. The leader of the Immortal Sect who is cold and ascetic but deeply trapped by his inner demons, the evil and arrogant young master of the Demon Cult but has a blood feud, the brother next door who is as gentle as jade but hides a secret... Characters one after another who should have died tragically survived due to his intervention, and he also unknowingly became the center of all the intertwined fates. When all the plots were rewritten, when the world became a whole new look, the boy who crawled out of the mass graves was already standing at the pinnacle of the world of cultivation, with thousands of demons surrendering behind him, but there was only one person pretending to be in his eyes. Shen Yan lowered his head and his voice was as soft as a sigh: "You saved everyone." "Now, who will save you?" Intention: You are the first light I see in the abyss, and I am willing to be the last lock for you to stay in the world.