Mu Yan was famous in the cultivation world for her spoiled, arrogant ways. Everyone knew she loved Chi Ling, but he did not love her back. She even resorted to forcing him into marriage.
But that day, Mu Yan awakened and learned she was merely a villainess in a book, guilty of every evil imaginable, destined for a miserable end, with her bones ground to dust.
At that moment, she was forcing the male lead, Chi Ling, to marry her.
Mu Yan thought for a moment. Her smile remained as innocent and willful as ever as she ordered, "Strip him of everything he owns and throw him out."
She had poured her heart and soul into the male lead, only to be a stepping-stone for his great ambitions. It was laughable.
Mu Yan looked toward another figure prostrate on the floor of the hall.
His clothes were ragged, and his face was hidden beneath a mess of hair, but nothing could conceal the menace that clung to him or the ferocity in his eyes.
He was the stark opposite of the otherworldly male lead.
Like a wolf cub.
He was also Su Lijin, the most ruthless villain in the story.
Mu Yan looked down at him, a faint smile appearing on her lovely face. "Would you like to come with me?"
Su Lijin stared at her for a long moment, then rasped, "Yes."
Mu Yan used the finest and most potent medicine to cleanse his marrow and temper his bones. Even when he passed out from the pain, he didn't make a sound.
She threw him into the most treacherous forbidden grounds, and he fought his way out drenched in blood, his killing aura so overwhelming that everyone gave him a wide berth.
Everyone thought Mu Yan had made another mistake. There was no way she could keep someone as willful and violent as Su Lijin in check.
But at the sect's grand competition, everyone saw the man notorious for his bloodthirstiness standing by Mu Yan's side. He gently and meticulously wiped the crumbs from her fingers with a handkerchief, behaving like a refined young gentleman from a distinguished family.
Mu Yan was stunningly beautiful, her fingers pale and delicate, cared for until they were as tender as new shoots.
Chi Ling's gaze was drawn, almost despite himself, to the peerlessly beautiful Mu Yan. But she didn't even glance at him. Instead, her fingertips brushed Su Lijin's sharp profile. "It seems he's looking at me?"
Chi Ling was about to say something when Su Lijin's sudden, fierce, and sinister sword strike drove him back in terror.
Once the gentle facade of the vengeful ghost fell away, the air filled with the stench of blood.
Chi Ling nearly had his eyes stabbed out. A long, deep gash cut across his face, reaching all the way to the corner of his eye.
Su Lijin's sword tip was stained with blood. His voice was chilling, and the possessiveness in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Some people aren't meant for you to look at."
Theme: Choose the person who is right for you.