Blurb:
Yue Qi was a demon lord's lackey. Recently, Yue Qi died, falling off a cliff. It was a gruesome death.
The cliff was twenty zhang high, and the bottom was covered with ironwood and bone-eroding vines. He was pierced through, his intestines dragged out of his body.
After finally enduring the long process of dying, he opened his eyes, only to be smacked in the face by a torrential downpour.
Bai Miao was a big shot in the quick transmigration world. This time, he'd run into a tough one. Floating in midair, Bai Miao looked down at the despairing supporting male character below.
This isn't how the script goes! he screamed inwardly. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
He cursed under his breath and turned the pocket watch in his hand, reversing time.
Bai Miao flexed his wrist and swore to himself that this time he would succeed. He watched as Yue Qi was forced to the edge of the cliff.
Bai Miao put all his strength into a charge!
Thud! He was sent flying.
