[Demon King gong who wants to take his shou and run every day x cold-faced cutie who wants everyone else dead every day]
[Truly relentless pursuit x fake kindness]
Shen Tingling is a geological researcher, widely known as a good person who helps with anything.
One day, a colleague who was interested in the occult asked him, "Do you believe there are immortals in the world?"
Shen Tingling didn't believe in ghosts or gods, and replied without hesitation, "No."
His colleague asked again, "Then do you believe there are dragons in the world?"
Shen Tingling still answered without hesitation, "No."
As it happened, the team went hiking over the weekend. A thick fog suddenly rose around Shen Tingling, separating him from his colleagues.
A strange, sweet fragrance drifted through the air. In the dense fog, it seemed that some enormous creature was quietly approaching.
When the fog cleared, he froze.
A gigantic black dragon stood before him, its whiskers flying and its body immense.
As they stared at each other, he saw the dragon slowly turn transparent, then transform before his eyes into a devastatingly handsome immortal, dressed in colorful robes and utterly captivating.
Then... Shen Tingling fainted.
When he opened his eyes, he was already lying in his own bed.
The "immortal" was wandering around the room in a suit from Shen Tingling's wardrobe, smiling at him with an innocent, harmless expression.
Shen Tingling was stunned all over again.
"Y-you... what are you doing in my house?"
"I want to ask you for a favor."
"What favor?"
"Come with me to find something."
This time, Shen Tingling didn't play the good guy.
"No."
The "immortal" looked utterly shocked. "Why?!"
After that, this possibly real, possibly fake "immortal" latched onto Shen Tingling.
"Do you want to come with me today?"
"No."
"Then do you want to come with me tomorrow?"
"No."
"Then what about the day after tomorrow? Or the day after that?"
"Get lost..."
1. The protagonist isn't perfect. The shou is awful on the inside but good in his actions.
2. This story is pure nonsense.
3. The author is terrible at writing synopses. Sob.
Theme: Separate truth from falsehood.
