Snacking on Seeds and Binge-Watching Dramas in Front of a Yandere

A story about a possessive yandere and a goofball heroine, who frantically cracks jokes to survive on the brink of death.

A goofy story.

The ship is with a gorgeous, venerable ancestor.

[Lazy, possessive, sharp-tongued-but-honest, extremely clingy, gorgeous venerable ancestor VS goofy, frantically clinging to life and buttering people up, who just wants to quietly watch dramas and snack on melon seeds, a fluffy, round orange cat spirit]

As soon as Lin Qiaobai transmigrated, an emperor decided she was the chosen one and placed 120 percent of his hopes on her being able to kill that terrifying monster.

Emperor Xie Wangchu encouraged her: "You can do it!"

Lin Qiaobai: "..." No, I was just laughing. I wasn't calm. I've watched so many novels and TV dramas that a few clues were all it took for me to vividly imagine you getting your head stepped on by that monster.

Lin Qiaobai entered the eerie cave and saw the monster. She also witnessed its bloodlust and madness.

This wasn't a monster. It was a venerable ancestor, a great demon!

And she wasn't that lousy emperor's employee. She wasn't getting paid, so why should she work for him?

She might as well watch dramas on the phone that had transmigrated with her. What could be more enjoyable?

Ye Jiqing, the great demon and venerable ancestor, watched the assassin Lin Qiaobai approach him. He curled his lips coldly, murder already in his eyes.

Lin Qiaobai: "Can I borrow a quiet place?" I want to watch my drama.

Ye Jiqing: "..."

Ye Jiqing had spent hundreds of years in a pitch-black cave, so dark that he had forgotten what sunlight looked like.

Until she came along, wielding a huge hammer to smash a patch of sunlight into his world.

Lin Qiaobai wiped her little face, caked in black dirt from hammering, and beamed at Ye Jiqing. Her gleaming white teeth caught the sunlight, highlighting her soot-blackened face.

Ye Jiqing thought, this person is kind of cute.

A little scene:

Ye Jiqing: "Don't leave me behind."

Lin Qiaobai: "Mm, okay." (Would I even dare leave you? When you go crazy, the whole world gets destroyed, venerable ancestor!)

Fine. Since you're so handsome and can charge my phone, I'll hold on tight to you.

This is a one-on-one romance. The love interest is set: the gorgeous venerable ancestor.

The emperor at the beginning is not the male lead, not the male lead, NOT THE MALE LEAD!!!!!

An ancient fantasy setting, where the imperial palace is mixed up with demons and monsters.

This story is goofy, goofy, goofy!

For another goofy heroine like this one, see "Treating a Paranoid Villain with Theatrics [Quick Transmigration]" in my author column.

Here's another goofy story I'm hoping you'll bookmark:

"Venerable Ancestor, Could You Settle the Bill, Please!"

Preview: The Demon King, a thousand-year-old venerable ancestor feared by all, has emerged from seclusion.

He's violent and bloodthirsty, as if he came straight from hell. He intends to pull out the bones and tendons of everyone who betrayed and harmed him all those years ago, one by one, to vent his hatred.

The martial world is thrown into chaos.

"I told you, I hate traitors more than anything." The Demon King stared at the leader of one of the world's greatest sects, his gaze sinister and terrifying.

The sect leader was drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, a woman's bright voice rang out:

"Venerable Ancestor, they have the most authentic jianbing guozi here! You can only find them once in a thousand years."

"I ordered two, but I can't leave without paying. Stop fighting and pay the bill first, okay?"

The sect leader paid no attention to the voice. He remained on high alert, body tense, still wondering if the woman was about to die.

The bloodthirsty Demon King suddenly vanished before his eyes. Looking down, the sect leader saw that the terrifying Demon King, who had just been bent on bloodshed, was solemnly pulling money from his sleeve to pay the bill.

One day, when the sect leader was pinned underfoot and suffering the fate of a traitor, a cold glint of a blade flashed. He thought he was about to die, but then he heard that familiar woman's voice again:

"Venerable Ancestor, please spare him!"

The sect leader burst into tears. He had betrayed countless people in his life, and no one had ever pleaded for him, even as he faced death. Yet this young woman, a complete stranger, was pleading on his behalf.

Her lovely voice brimmed with excitement:

"His outfit is so expensive! It's a limited edition, available worldwide. And that jade pendant is worth as much as an imperial palace."

"What a waste to ruin it all! Strip it off him first, then you can keep beating him, Venerable Ancestor."

At last, the venerable ancestor's voice rang out, unable to hold back his anger:

"Have some dignity. Don't strip men!"

"Oh." The young woman's voice was pitiful.

The sect leader: "..." He was so furious he died on the spot.

One day, a certain Demon King, dressed in clothes worth as much as ten imperial palaces, walked up to Jiang Caili and asked:

"What do you think?"

Jiang Caili stared at the clothes, countless little gold ingots tumbling through her mind. Her eyes seemed to shine with gold, and she couldn't look away.

A low, rich laugh sounded in her ear, followed by the words:

"Such ambition."

Theme: Don't fight and kill. Love life, know how to enjoy it, and appreciate its beauty.