Hunted by My White-Boned Husband

Ji Jiu, the youngest commander in the Silver Army Alliance, was knocked unconscious in a battle against the Sequence Ones. When he woke up, he found himself stranded on a desolate planet, with some of his memories missing. Bruises mottled his chest, and there were finger marks on his waist. Staring at these suggestive traces, he fell into thought. Who had done this? Ji Jiu was furious. He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out, until he found an injured man aboard a ship that had just arrived on the desolate planet. The man was unconscious. The gills behind his ears showed that he was none other than humanity's mortal enemy, a terrifying high-level Sequence One. Ji Jiu emotionlessly rolled up his sleeves and slashed the man's throat. The next day, Guan Que, who had become a corpse, opened his eyes. His dark voice sounded as if it came from hell. “You can't kill me. But I only need one chance to kill you.” Cocky, aren't you? Daggers, bullets, nooses... Guan Que died in all sorts of ways, only to come back to life the next day. But Ji Jiu was on edge too. Even going to the bathroom, he was terrified of stepping on a trap Guan Que had set. Fighting a living person wasn't scary. Fighting a dead person was, especially one who could rise from the dead at any moment. With dark circles under his eyes and exhausted in body and mind, Ji Jiu said, “Bro, we're both in a terrible spot. How about we keep the peace and get through this together?” Guan Que thought it over. “Fine, but I have one condition.” … During their repeated escapes and mind games, Ji Jiu discovered that his belly was gradually getting bigger. This was a disaster. Guan Que laid a hand on his belly. “From now on, I'll be the kid's real dad.” “We're mortal enemies.” “Another name for mortal enemies is husband.” … Five years later. As usual, the five-year-old kid was getting ready to take a “house-guarding treasure” bone outside to play. The nearby monsters wouldn't dare come too close if he had it. “Hyah! Hyah!” The kid strained. …On the iron bed, Guan Que's skeleton slowly turned its neck. “Hyah! Hyah!” The bone was hard to break today, so the kid kept straining. …On the iron bed, Guan Que's skeleton raised its head. Ji Jiu had just returned and pulled open the front door when he saw the scene before him. A skeleton sat on a shabby sofa, legs crossed and bony wrists resting leisurely on either side. The kid stood beside the sofa, nervously pounding the skeleton's legs. When he saw Ji Jiu, his mouth drooped and his eyes reddened, but he didn't dare make a sound. Their eyes met. Guan Que slowly got to his feet and whispered in Ji Jiu's ear, “You and your son broke 186 of my bones. You'll spend the rest of your life paying me back for that.” Blurb for the upcoming novel "My Wife, Ah Ha": As the spiritual energy between heaven and earth dwindles, Yun Mian, a five-year-old little golden dragon, grows weaker and weaker. To preserve the golden dragon clan, they have no choice but to marry him off early to Qin Tuo, a twelve-year-old little Vermilion Bird. On their wedding night, candlelight flickering, Yun Mian, dressed in wedding robes, pulls out a pile of toys. “Wifey, do you know how to play grasshoppers? What about stone-figure battles? Or riding a horse with Cricket Granny?” The boy parts his thin lips. “No. Get lost.” Yun Mian is terribly disappointed. “You don't know how to do anything. How are you going to be my wife? Go learn, and when you've learned, you can play with me. Then I won't divorce you.” Qin Tuo looks down at the little bundle, who isn't even as tall as the bed, and says coldly, “If you keep yapping, I'll cut off those two buns on your head.” “Th-those are my horns.” When disaster strikes, the two little ones flee to the wilderness. Yun Mian eats the food Qin Tuo makes, crying all the while, and sobs, “Your cooking is awful. How are you supposed to take care of your husband like this?” Qin Tuo grits his teeth and snaps the chopsticks in his hand. Yun Mian makes a new friend, a little carp spirit. The two hit it off and are perfectly in sync, so they go off together to play stone-figure battles. “This is my wife, ” Yun Mian meets Qin Tuo's glare, as if he's about to eat a dragon, and hurriedly pulls his tongue back. “Wife... Brother Carp and I have things to discuss. You can stand over there and serve us tea, bring water, and fan us.” Qin Tuo's eyes flash with menace. He tosses aside the firewood he just chopped and rolls up his sleeves. “I'll rip out your dragon tendons and skin you alive. Calling me Dad won't help.” Years later. “Husband, am I taking good care of you? Are you satisfied? Do you still want to divorce me?” Qin Tuo's voice is hoarse, his breathing unsteady. Yun Mian, who had just managed to crawl away, is dragged back. “...Help...” Yun Mian is the bottom, Qin Tuo the top. A little golden dragon bottom with the confidence of an average guy. Theme: Striving to rise above adversity