Lian Yong collected medicine and picked up a sickly beauty.
The beauty has been poisoned by a strange poison and will die if she doesn't understand it.
The antidote... Is not very decent.
Lian Yong: Save everything, I will ask to marry this man one day.
Later, Lian Yong watched the beauty wipe out the Demon Palace with one sword, and then he realized:
Oh, it turns out that beauty is not a sick child...
Wait, are you saying that the self-proclaimed frail person who gasps with every step, coughs with every second step, and vomits blood with every third step is the feared Demon Lord?
Later, Demon Lord's eyes were red and he managed to squeeze out a few tears:
"Why don't you touch me? Do you not love me anymore? If you touch me, touch me now. Touch me or not? If you don't touch me, I will really cry!"
Lian Yong: "..."
Intention: mediocre people bother themselves
Picked up a Scheming Ghost
Poor Alpha