The Bratty Villainess Became the Demon Lord's Moonlight

After transmigrating into the spoiled eldest daughter of a cultivation clan, Ning Zhi spent more than ten years indulging herself. Then she suddenly remembered the plot of the book: the young bodyguard she bullied every day would grow up to become the future Demon Lord.

This is an old-school xianxia novel. The Demon Lord is an obsessive, villainous character, a beautiful madman with countless lives stained on his hands.

And as the vicious supporting female character who offended him, she was destined to die a horrible death.

She thought back to what she'd done to him and realized she was doomed.

She'd put a collar on him and constantly "punished" him. And since his blood contract was in her hands, he couldn't say no.

The breathtakingly beautiful young man knelt before her, pale-faced and bent low, letting her lift his chin with a fingertip and kiss him from above as if granting him a favor.

After all that, it was too late to switch to a redemption story.

Ning Zhi promptly packed her bags and fled in the middle of the night. Before she left, she even staged her own death.

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After faking her death, Ning Zhi joined a cultivation sect and became an unremarkable outer disciple.

The boy she'd once bullied was now a cold, handsome, lofty Demon Lord.

Ning Zhi didn't want to hear about him, but she kept overhearing her fellow disciples talking.

Rumor had it the Demon Lord had a beloved woman.

She was gentle and kind, the light in his darkness.

More than that, she was the only tender spot in his cruel, bloodthirsty heart.

Ning Zhi: It definitely isn't me.

Later, a great calamity struck, and the immortal sects were destroyed overnight.

Ning Zhi ran into danger while fleeing. Forced to reveal her identity, she used every hidden trump card and was gravely injured, yet she still couldn't defeat the evil spirits and monsters.

A flash of brilliant blade-light cut across her vision, scattering a spray of bewitching blood.

A silver-haired beauty with a face like a demon strode through the blood mist toward her, his crimson eyes dark and obsessive.

Ning Zhi: Oh no, he must be here to kill me.

But he knelt before her and held out a hand.

"Eldest Miss, come home with me."

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