Ning Shi transmigrated into a book of prophecies. The book's protagonist, Lu Renqi, was a prodigy disciple of a major sect, destined to become a world-destroying demon. Falsely accused of practicing demonic cultivation, he was stabbed through the heart by an elder of Danyang Sect and died in the Beast Mound of the Western Wastes.
Afterward, his demonic beast bloodline awakened by chance, turning him into a great demon who wreaked havoc across the cultivation world.
To prevent the prophesied catastrophe, Ning Shi took in the protagonist, who had come back from the dead with no memory, hoping to change the course of the story.
But the little demon beast was cute and clumsy in appearance, savage in temperament, and intensely stubborn. It wouldn't be tamed by Ning Shi at all. It caused trouble everywhere, sometimes going berserk and injuring innocent people.
Everyone urged him to give up on such a vicious beast, warning that it would surely turn on its master one day.
Ning Shi ignored them all.
Until the beast turned on him, and he found himself foolishly trapped in that person's arms, his lips suddenly warm.
Ning Shi gently turned the corpse over and, clumsily, found the man's face. The dry, congealed blood made his breathing falter.
Enduring the sickening stench of the corpse, he brushed aside the long hair scattered across its forehead. The man's sharp jaw came into view. His ashen face was covered in dried blood, and the handsome features between his brows had been replaced by the heavy pallor of death. A man who had always been proud to the bone had now died in a wretched state in this desolate Beast Mound.
"Senior Brother Lu..."
"Really, it's so powerful. How could I possibly have cooked it? How are you so easy to fool? I told you it's still here." Ning Shi finally managed to stop crying, though a drop of water still clung to the corner of his eye, threatening to fall.
A Yao couldn't resist. Before he knew what he was doing, he suddenly leaned closer and licked it. They both froze.
Ning Shi was embarrassed and angry, and the sudden move had startled him. His eye was now covered in saliva, and the forked tongue had frightened him so badly that he didn't dare move.
A Yao frowned in confusion, seeming to think the tear tasted a little salty.
Just then, there was a rustle in the bushes beside them, and a figure darted out carrying a brightly colored chicken. She wore two ponytails, and her clothes were even more ragged. She was covered in dirt, with a dried leaf stuck to the top of her head.
It was A Yao!
Why were there two A Yaos? Ning Shi turned around, dazed, and saw that the A Yao who had been standing beside him was gone. Only a little bug on the ground seemed embarrassed and avoided his gaze.
The optimistic, gentle, and kind-hearted bottom in the early chapters, who later becomes mature, steady, and calculating, x the rigid, scheming, sharp-tongued top in the early chapters, who later becomes charming, flirtatious, ruthless, and extremely talkative.
I will pause here for you.
Theme: If you give me a peach, I'll repay you with fine jade.
