The Merfolk I Raised Is a Green Tea

Please add my next novel, "I'll Raise the Villainous Demon Lord into a Fake Model Four-Good Youth," to your collection. Mwah!

The East Sea is home to merfolk, who love to eat flowers, are incredibly beautiful, and possess the power to bewitch people's hearts.

In Nanchuan lives a woman who is skilled at raising flowers, can communicate with spirits, and knows how to connect all things.

Merfolk tears turn into pearls, and their silk is worth a fortune. Jiang Zhaoyue dreams of raising a little merfolk.

The merfolk of the East Sea are all as crafty as ghosts. They vanish the moment they catch sight of her from afar. By a stroke of luck, one day a little merfolk bumps right into her arms.

As it turns out, this little merfolk is blind.

Jiang Zhaoyue naturally spoils him to pieces. But after spending so much time together, why has this little merfolk turned so fake-sweet and manipulative?

The little merfolk when jealous: "If you like him looking that way, Sister, I can look like that too."

The little merfolk when angry: "Don't come looking for me anymore, Sister. You can forget about my pearls and merfolk silk, too."

The little merfolk when acting haughty: "Don't take advantage of me just because I'm blind, Sister."

Whenever the little merfolk cries, his tears turn into pearls, and Jiang Zhaoyue treasures them dearly. Who would have thought that one day he would stop crying altogether, wrap his fish tail around her waist, and become utterly brazen?

"I'll cry if you dote on me, Sister."

Haughty, fake-sweet little merfolk × money-loving, spirit-talking young mage

Next up: "I'll Raise the Villainous Demon King into a Fake Model Four-Good Youth"

[A deviously clever, very good at putting on an act Demon King × a righteous girl who knows how to handle troublesome kids]

Wen Ying transmigrates into a xianxia novel.

At the time, the Demon Lord has failed his tribulation, lost all his cultivation, and is destined to become a great villain who wreaks havoc across the land.

Wen Ying's job is to seize this opportunity, reform the Demon Lord, and defend world peace.

Just as she rolls up her sleeves, the future Demon Lord is struck by a heavenly tribulation and turned into a little dragon.

She is born with a damaged spiritual platform and cannot cultivate, but the spiritual energy that leaks from her is useful to the Demon Lord.

So Wen Ying's everyday efforts to reform the future Demon Lord become this:

In the morning, she grabs the drowsy Demon Lord. "Get up and memorize your lessons."

In the evening, she unceremoniously makes him practice.

The little dragon in his transformed form presses himself against her side without a hint of shame, his expression haughty.

"You could just let me take a couple of sips, Sister."

Wen Ying picks him up by the scruff of his neck without a hint of ceremony. "Have you finished memorizing the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars? And you're still trying to mooch off my spiritual energy?"

The Demon King turns his head in disdain, his golden horns quickly shrinking away.

"You're so stingy."

"If I can't cuddle up to you, then don't touch my horns, either."

*

When Wen Ying first meets Zhu Xingyan, his eyes are full of hostility, and he knows nothing of good or evil.

Wen Ying teaches him to tell right from wrong and understand human nature.

He nods in agreement, and from then on, a haughty young man with dragon horns stays by Wen Ying's side.

Everyone envies Wen Ying for having such a powerful spirit pet to protect her. Only Wen Ying knows the truth. In the whispers of the night, the young man is noble and beautiful, his face cool and distant, while the tips of his drooping horns gently brush her palm.

The world changes, and the Demon King returns to his throne. The breathtakingly beautiful young man smiles as he snaps a demon's neck, then quickly hides his bloodied hand.

"Sister, I was wrong."

He obediently lowers his head, and a little golden horn quivers out from his dark hair.

"You can touch them. Don't be mad anymore."

Theme: Protect the weak and give of yourself willingly.