I Became the Sickly Beauty Master of a Demon Lord

[Upcoming sickly beauty series: Please add "The Frail Little Blind Boy Needs Comforting" and "The Sickly One Is Coughing Up Blood Again" to your collection!]

Lin Qingbai first met Xi An in the first year after falling from the immortal realm into the mortal world.

He had transmigrated into the body of a dying prince.

Once a force to be reckoned with, he was now weak and gravely ill.

One day, he saw a child being called a thief, curled up in the snow and taking a beating.

Lin Qingbai ordered his servants to drive off the bullies and gave the child some steaming hot buns.

The child took the buns but did not wolf them down. Instead, he turned his head and looked through the thick snowfall at Lin Qingbai.

Lin Qingbai stood in the distance beneath the temple gate, snow dusting his shoulders, his white robes fluttering. He was as beautiful and otherworldly as an immortal.

The child looked away, took up his oil-paper umbrella, and descended the steps.

That child followed Lin Qingbai without missing a step.

And so he followed him for twelve years.

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Everyone in the capital said Lin Qingbai was blessed to have found a disciple as rare as one in a thousand years.

Lin Qingbai thought so too.

When Xi An was six, he knew Lin Qingbai disliked bitter medicine, so he risked climbing the mountain to pick wild berries.

When Xi An was fourteen, he volunteered to go to the battlefield, risking his life to resolve the crisis facing Lin Qingbai at court.

At eighteen, after four years on the battlefield, the young man had grown into a fine warrior. Amid the praise of countless people, he rode home in triumph on a tall steed, radiant with glory.

That was also the year Xi An raised an army in rebellion.

Twelve years had been nothing but a dream.

He imprisoned Lin Qingbai in the palace hall.

Outside, the whole city reeked of blood, and the sounds of fighting and shouting never ceased.

Inside, red curtains billowed. Xi An ignored Lin Qingbai's struggles and held him tightly in his arms, reaching out to grasp the dagger Lin Qingbai was about to plunge into him.

The sharp blade cut into Xi An's palm. Blood trickled down, but he did not loosen his grip in the slightest.

Xi An rested his chin on Lin Qingbai's shoulder, closed his eyes, and suddenly laughed. "Everyone under heaven wants me dead. I thought my master was the one person who didn't... I never imagined even you would be no different."

"But, Master, now you're only my prisoner. What can you do?"

[The legitimate edition is on Jinjiang. The story has been revised and polished. Pirated copies are all early drafts, so please support the official version.]

1. The puppy I raised turned into a wolf.

2. A xianxia story. The first part takes place in the mortal realm, and later it ventures into the world of immortals. Happy ending! Happy ending! Happy ending!

3. A seemingly harmless but bloodthirsty, unhinged top x a seemingly aloof but tenderhearted, gentle, sickly beauty of a master. Younger man, raising him, melodrama.

4. There will be an unconventional "chase your wife to the crematorium" arc.

5. The top seems well-behaved at first, but he's genuinely a complete lunatic.

(Author's Weibo: Jinjiang-Ban Li Wanzi)

Upcoming story: "The Frail Little Blind Boy Needs Comforting"

Qi Yan has a taekwondo black belt, a violent temper, and a rebellious streak.

After the school suspended him for the third time, his parents confiscated his bank cards and dragged him off to look after a friend's child, hoping to teach him some discipline.

Qi Yan was all swagger. He said just one thing: "I'm not going. Unless you want me to beat him to death."

Then he saw the boy sitting in a wheelchair. He had snow-white skin and was as pretty as a doll. His delicate hand was bruised purple where an IV needle had been inserted. A white cloth covered his eyes, and he turned his head to look at Qi Yan in silence.

Qi Yan froze on the spot, unable to take another step.

*

Song Fanyan is a little blind boy, frail and sickly, aloof, and uncomfortable around other people. He's very hard to take care of.

Qi Yan's parents were genuinely afraid that their human powder keg of a son would hit him at the slightest provocation.

Then one day, Song Fanyan came down with a high fever and huddled trembling in a corner. He wouldn't let anyone touch him, and knocked a thermos of boiling water off the table.

The boiling water spilled onto Qi Yan's arm.

The room fell silent at once. Everyone was afraid Qi Yan would explode.

But Qi Yan only frowned and crouched down, reaching out to wipe the tears from Song Fanyan's face. Without a word, he scooped him into his arms.

Song Fanyan stopped struggling too. His delicate fingers clutched Qi Yan's hand as he buried his face against Qi Yan's neck and cried, "Please don't go, okay? It's so dark... I'm scared..."

A short-tempered tough guy who's only sweet to his sweetheart x an aloof, clingy little blind crybaby who only wants his husband.

(The little blind boy will regain his sight!)

Upcoming story: "The Sickly One Is Coughing Up Blood Again"

[Beauty tames mad dog, unhinged x unhinged]

The Ming Kingdom and the Lu Kingdom couldn't stand each other. They were always taking turns landing a scratch or a punch, and had been at each other's throats for a hundred years.

At last, a new emperor ascended the throne of Ming. Ruthless and merciless, he struck like thunder and conquered the Lu Kingdom.

The defeated Lu Kingdom sued for peace and sent a prince to the ruler of Ming as a hostage. Would Ming accept him or not?

The new emperor of Ming, Fu Luo, sneered and said, "Of course I'll accept him. He's a prince of Lu, a man of great status. Naturally, I'll take him as my concubine, a lowly consort! I'll pin him beneath me and humiliate and torment him in every way!"

That night, the hostage prince arrived from Lu, wearing a red bridal gown and a wedding veil, shackled as he was brought straight to Fu Luo's wedding bed.

Fu Luo was seething with fury, determined to torment the man until he begged for mercy.

He went to the bridal chamber with a whip in hand and yanked off the red veil. But before he could lay a hand on the hostage, the prince coughed up a mouthful of blood. Everyone present was stunned.

A servant said, "...Your Majesty, I don't think he'll live much longer even without your torment."

Fu Luo: "..."

Then the hostage raised his head, revealing a face as beautiful as a flower, breathtaking beyond compare.

What no one expected was that he showed no sign of humiliation. Instead, he sighed softly and leaned against the bed with his boneless, slender waist. His shackled fingertips hooked up the red curtain, and he smiled with blood on his lips. "I never thought Your Majesty would accept a sickly man like me. I am truly fortunate. Do whatever you wish, Your Majesty..."

Theme: Always treat others kindly and have a clear conscience.