Qi Zoushui woke up one morning to find that the world had changed.
His childhood friend had become the greatest villain in the martial world, and everyone in his sect had died. As Qi Zoushui stood there dazed, he stepped outside to find a crowd kneeling before him, calling him "Lord Qi."
Good grief. He'd just celebrated his sixteenth birthday yesterday. How had he gone from waking up to being nearly thirty?
And just then, someone came to report: "Lord, that sword strike of yours yesterday was brilliant. The demon Zhou Zhiguang is finally dead!"
Damn. He'd spent over a decade saying, "I'll kill Zhou Zhiguang."
...And it had actually come true.
Zhou Zhiguang: "Since Senior Brother killed me once, shouldn't you make it up to me with your body, as consolation?"
"Don't worry, Senior Brother doesn't have to do anything. You just have to be good at taking it."
Qi Zoushui: ...?
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I started out wanting to write a jianghu xianxia story. Whether I can pull it off is another matter.
Pairing: Zhou Zhiguang × Qi Zoushui. Younger top, happy ending.
Devoted, obsessive, shameless, sunny-on-the-surface top × carefree, flirtatious, couldn't-care-less bottom.
Theme: Everyone is responsible for getting rid of mosquitoes
