The System Told Me to Kill the Male Lead, but I Raised Him Myself

Lu Jiqing died. From being a disciple of Fushengyuan to becoming the Eternal Night Demon Emperor, he slaughtered every immortal sect and crushed the bones of anyone who dared defy him. Then he killed with his own hands the master who had picked him up from the snow. As she died, she said, “From now on, we part in death and forget each other for the rest of our lives.” She told him to forget her. How could he? She had promised to stay with him forever. She had said she would never abandon him. She was the one who broke her promise. Why should he have to forget? So he searched the whole world and knelt before every god and Buddha. In the end, he took his own life before the Buddha at Lingshan, trading it for the chance to live again. In this life, she had forgotten everything. The System told her: Kill the male lead, or you'll die. Chu Wangzhi, bighearted and softhearted, looked at the five-year-old boy in the snow and said, “Let's raise him for a while and see how it goes.” Fifteen years later, she had raised the boy into a gentle, obedient young man. But fate was like a script already written. He still became the Eternal Night Demon Emperor, pointing his sword at every immortal sect... And imprisoning and tormenting her once more in the Hall of Mortal Dust. He knelt before her, eyes red, and said, “I hate you.” His hatred stretched through a lifetime and across two lives, yet he couldn't bring himself to say a single word of love. Theme: Hatred slips easily from the tongue, but love sticks in the throat.