The Tyrant Is So Hard to Shake Off

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After suffering defeat in a war, Nanlin had no choice but to cede a city and offer tribute. They also sent their sixth prince, who had been frail and sickly since childhood, to the enemy country as a hostage.

Word had it that the ruler of Beilu was cruel and merciless, cold-blooded and savage. He'd climbed to the throne over the corpses of his own kin, a complete madman.

Everyone thought the sixth prince wouldn't survive for long.

Zhou Song had lived for nineteen years, but had never seen snow so deep. He entered the palace hall, bringing the chill of the snow with him, just as a sharp sword sliced someone's throat and blood sprayed across the floor.

Servants dragged the dead official away from beside him. Zhou Song fought back his nausea, knelt in the blood, and gave a full and proper bow.

The cold edge of a sword, reeking of blood, pressed against his chin. Zhou Song could only slowly raise his head with the force of it, letting the man before him examine him.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhou Song lowered his eyes. "I am."

"You don't dare look at me?"

Zhou Song had no choice but to meet his gaze.

The man smiled brightly, blood staining his cheek like a demon from the depths of hell.

In a daze, Zhou Song heard him say,

"Look at you. You've gone pale with fright."

The people in the palace had assumed that with the tyrant's temperament, it wouldn't be long before the prince from the enemy kingdom was tormented to death.

But no one expected him not only to survive, but to grow more and more spoiled.

The palace servants waiting on them saw the beauty nestled in the man's arms at mealtime slap a bowl of medicine to the floor. They trembled and cowered, afraid they were about to lose their lives.

But the man wasn't displeased in the slightest. Instead, he coaxed him softly. "Last night was my fault. Drink your medicine nicely first, okay?"

Everyone was horrified. Was there about to be another master of the palace?!

1. Older seme, and the uke only wants to stay alive.

2. The seme really is mad, but he'll hold himself back after meeting the uke.

3. A sweet love-at-first-sight story with a quick pace.

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I Became the Villain's Useless Little Accessory

Lu Huaiyi had the misfortune of transmigrating into the protagonist uke of a melodramatic body-double romance.

Not only is he physically and emotionally abused by the protagonist seme, he's also framed and mocked by the tea-scented white moonlight. His life is miserable beyond words.

And as if that weren't enough, the moment Lu Huaiyi wakes up, the white moonlight pushes him off a cliff.

Lu Huaiyi: I have something extremely rude to say...

The forbidden cliff is said to have a formation at its bottom, where a great fiend feared throughout the cultivation world is imprisoned.

Any living thing that enters the formation is reduced to ashes.

But Lu Huaiyi is different. He has a System.

So when he drags his frail body over to the man trapped in the formation, he is stunned by the man's beauty. He opens his mouth, but instead of speaking, he sprays blood all over the man's face.

Lu Huaiyi watches helplessly as the great fiend awakens and fixes him with a dangerous gaze. Lu Huaiyi gives him a weak smile.

"Sorry, bro. I'm about to die..."

Then he collapses to the ground.

The great fiend feels a dull pain in his body and frowns.

Xie Qianzhuo had been sealed away and asleep for two hundred years. He never imagined there would be a day when someone woke him up.

But the person who woke him is so fragile he even had his spiritual root dug out. Is he useless?

Worst of all, Xie Qianzhuo finds that his life is now tied to this useless person's.

He sneers inwardly. Is this some new, disgusting scheme the cultivation world has come up with to torment him?

The temperature is too low, so this person gets sick. He can't eat enough, so he gets sick...

Xie Qianzhuo can take no more. He breaks through the seal in one move and pulls the other man out with him.

Lu Huaiyi asks, "Where are we going?"

Xie Qianzhuo answers without changing expression. "To get your spiritual root back."

He kicks the scumbag seme and tears the white moonlight to pieces.

The cultivation world could never have imagined that anyone could live and act so arrogantly in front of Xie Qianzhuo.

Lu Huaiyi can only shrug.

What can he do? He's useless, after all.

Theme: Face your difficulties head-on.