[Coming soon: Don't Look Down on Spoiled Young Masters! You can check it out too, cuties. The blurb is below.]
Blurb:
In his previous life, Duan Junyi was one of the last survivors in the apocalypse.
He accidentally transmigrated into the cultivation world, his body turned into that of a child. He had planned to let himself waste away, but instead, a radiant immortal took him in.
That man taught him swordsmanship, taught him how to be a person, taught him about family and country, and taught him what love was.
But when he learned that the cultivation world was facing an apocalypse too, this time he refused to be a fugitive who hid and ran.
If the apocalypse needed blood to appease it, then he would be the blade of slaughter.
He took everything upon himself, using slaughter to cover up the traces of the world's impending destruction. He devised an enormous scheme, hoping that his insignificant life as an outsider could buy safety for that man and the world.
So when that man came after him, he stood before a deserted city awash in blood, smiled with cruel malice, and deliberately stabbed him.
But he never expected the man to take three steps forward, the sword still piercing him.
The man asked Duan Junyi gently, "Everyone says you betrayed your sect and became the greatest demon in the world."
The next moment, he lifted his chin and kissed the disciple he had raised from childhood, their lips tasting of smoke from the battlefield.
"I don't believe it."
[Cold-blooded, ruthless demon king gong × radiant, moon-bright immortal venerable shou]
Reading guide: 1. The gong only kills infected people on the verge of mutation. There is no indiscriminate killing of innocents. Chapters 13 to 16 explain this, so please proceed with caution if you can't accept it.
2. The gong survived the zombie apocalypse as one of the last survivors. After being burned to death, he transmigrated into the cultivation world, only to face another apocalypse, an upgraded one.
3. One-on-one, both are each other's first and only.
Coming soon: Don't Look Down on Spoiled Young Masters!
Blurb:
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Lu Hengchuan was a notorious spoiled young master in the royal capital.
His father was one of the Three Excellencies and the foremost among the civil officials. The only family whose status could rival his was the Shi family, who spent most of their time fighting wars far from the capital and rarely returned. In this vast royal capital, Lu Hengchuan managed to turn everything upside down. He often made Old Master Lu so angry his whiskers bristled, yet there was nothing the old man could do about it.
Until that day, beneath the royal capital's walls.
The Shi family's young general, Shi Zhimiao, returned victorious. The people cheered with joy, and Lu Hengchuan and his friends found the streets completely deserted as they walked along.
Frowning, he thought, somewhat indignantly, What is there to look at? He's just a crude warrior who knows how to swing a spear and a stick. How could he compare to my handsome, dashing self?
So he climbed up onto the city wall.
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Shi Zhimiao truly had no idea what he had done to deserve this.
He had fought tooth and nail on the battlefield, risking his life in every battle. At long last, the emperor summoned him back to the capital, and he thought he could take the opportunity to show his parents some filial devotion. He never expected to catch the eye of a spoiled young master with a taste for men.
Back then, he couldn't even be bothered to spare the little shadow following him a glance.
But later, when he received the imperial decree ordering the extermination of the entire Lu family on charges of treason, he remembered that talented, proud figure and fell silent. He spent the whole night standing in the courtyard in the rain.
Five years later, when this dynasty, rotten to its core, was finally overthrown, the once-proud young general was imprisoned in a magnificent palace, his limbs bound in golden chains. A slender, pale index finger slowly lifted his chin, and before his eyes sat a jade cup filled with shimmering wine. He curled his lips into a smile he had not worn in years.
The proud new emperor was displeased by this audacious display.
He furrowed his brow, changed his grip to hold the other's chin, raised his head slightly, and glanced down from the corners of his eyes. He asked softly, "Shi Zhimiao, what are you smiling at?"
Shi Zhimiao knelt on the ground.
His chin was forced upward, and his eyes, dark as a deep pool of ink, stared intently at the jade-like man before him. Only after the chief eunuch behind him, unable to bear the sight, tapped him with a horsetail whisk did he blink gently, as though a burden had lifted from his heart. He parted his cracked lips and smiled his first happy smile in five years.
Looking into the new emperor's eyes, he said, "It's nothing."
He was simply relieved you were still alive. He was simply smiling at life's fickleness.
Thank goodness. Thank goodness.
Scheming spoiled young master shou × proud, unruly young general gong
Theme: Never surrender to darkness, and dawn will surely come
"My wife was the only one who died in that war" I also have this feeling
The good news has been updated, but the bad news has almost been forgotten?
Even if you talk about benevolence, justice and morality, you may not necessarily be a good person.
The main text is be, and the extras are not yet known.
. Chunyang lets the undead souls of the Spirit Clan go home as well.
That sentence of "He has never been my weakness" is very well said. That sentence of "He has never been my weakness" is very well said.
"The spiritual consciousness has begun to merge with the filth..." This is a big bug for the author~ Melt what? Fusion? Fusion?
Have you always been there? Or an illusion?
Is this the right way to gain both fame and fortune?
"You can also avoid this game, Kyushu..." This is a big bug for the author~ Not allowed