The Demon Lord Livestreams Sending the Marshal to the Grasslands

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Jiang Shiyi was soft and beautiful, and his face alone stirred up a storm in the cultivation world. He carried a rare treasure and ascended to immortality, only to be struck by heavenly lightning and sent to the interstellar era.

The cultivation world was plunged into grief, and not even a scrap of his beloved's clothes was left behind. The Marshal pondered the sudden appearance of a beauty in his arms.

The Marshal's new wife had fair skin, a gorgeous face, and long legs. Just two months after getting married, he gave birth to a little bundle of joy.

The entire nation: ? [The greenest pasture plays on repeat.]

Jiang Shiyi: My rare treasure! The Primordial Core I've raised for thousands of years has been tainted with a mortal's blood! And it looks just like that mortal! My genes can't even beat a mortal? [puffed-up pufferfish.jpg]

Reporter: Madam, the Marshal told the public that the two of you fell in love freely and that you were already pregnant before you got married. Is that true?

Demon Jiang: (This is my rare treasure. No mortal is taking it away.) No, this child has nothing to do with him.

The entire nation: ! [The greenest pasture plays again.]

On a livestream, Jiang Shiyi randomly pressed buttons on an interstellar mech, but still couldn't figure out how to use it. In a fit of anger, he grabbed it with both hands and tore it apart.

Viewers: That's not the soft and gentle Marshal's wife!

The Marshal: He's so cute. [blushing and heart racing.jpg]

An all-rounder who knows nothing about the interstellar world and mistakes the gong for a kept man, a free-spirited badass shou, versus a gong whose head is covered in green grass (No, it isn't! That's my son!)

Up next: Flirt and Run [Entertainment Industry]

As a wish-granting spirit, Xu Ling had never encountered a target who wanted so little before.

He didn't want money, power, or status, and didn't care about living forever. Women? Hah.

Xu Ling: Bro, what about men?

Yan Bai gave him a sidelong glance.

Xu Ling felt a chill run down his spine and decided to take a desperate gamble: offer up his charms.

There was no other choice. If Yan Bai didn't make a wish, Xu Ling couldn't complete his mission. Being unable to leave wasn't a problem. Neither was appearing beside Yan Bai in a bizarre way every evening after six. But the real problem was...

How had he turned into Yan Bai's underwear, the kind he was wearing right now?!

Xu Ling: Honey, I wanna go home with you tonight~~

Yan Bai: Get lost.

Yan Bai watched Xu Ling roll across the sofa and then roll right onto his lap. His ears secretly turned red.

This little thing was way too good at acting cute. He really didn't know what to do with him.

Xu Ling: Honey, were yesterday's underwear a little tight?

Yan Bai: Damn it.

President Yan's daily dilemma:

The little drama queen doesn't want a house, a car, or a watch. He just wants to stick by his side and even insists on choosing what style of underwear he wears every day. It's kind of annoying. But if he keeps this up, he'll catch feelings. And if he breaks up with him, he's afraid he'll cry.

Xu Ling's mission notes:

Day one: President Yan has no feelings. He went straight to it.

Day two: President Yan has no feelings. He went straight to it.

Day N: President Yan has no feelings... Huh? The mission's complete?

The little drama queen says: Flirt, then run. A happy life is waiting for me!

President Yan: Damn, damn, damn, damn!