A beautiful, capricious Demon Lord who’s the strongest under heaven x
A beautiful, reclusive Dao cultivator who’s the strongest under heaven but keeps a low profile
Pei Hanchuan had a rough life. His swordsmanship was peerless, but he died after being stabbed in the back by his treacherous, green-tea junior brother.
As he lay dying, he couldn’t stop thinking not of the years and sincere feelings he’d wasted, but of the bloodshot eyes of his close friend, the Demon Lord, who had begged the Ghost Doctor for three days and nights to save him.
Pei Hanchuan died with regrets.
“Target confirmed dead. New target selected. Mission issued. Please check, player Green Tea.”
“Target: Demon Lord. Mission: Become the Demon Lord’s beloved consort.”
Pei Hanchuan’s eyes snapped open.
Reborn, Pei Hanchuan hurried to the Demon Realm, with a whole speech prepared to persuade his close friend. But who would’ve thought the wedding hall would become a funeral hall overnight, with his own memorial tablet and sword inside instead of sweets and fruit?!
The beautiful Demon Lord raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to use him as an offering on the anniversary of your death. Objections will not be accepted!”
Pei Hanchuan: “That warms my heart, but it’s a little gross. Any other ideas?”
The Demon Lord waved a hand, and the funeral hall became a wedding hall again. “How about we become cultivation partners and make him so mad his orifices start smoking?”
Pei Hanchuan smiled. “Sounds good! Wait, why are your hands shaking?”
Demon Lord: “They’re not... Wait, you agree???”
Pei Hanchuan: “? What else would I say?”
[He never knew while alive, but learned it only after death.]
[He traveled a thousand miles to the Demon Realm, and his close friend became his cultivation partner.]
[These are just made-up doggerel verses. Don’t take them seriously.]
[You can take them seriously, too. I’ll just hide behind a pot lid first.]
Premise: Cherish the one beside you.
