The Emperor Is Still Chasing His Husband to the Crematorium Today

(My Daily Life as a Disciple of Such-and-Such Sect is currently updating! A little secret: Such-and-Such Sect is actually the Hehuan Sect!) Blurb: After transmigrating into the body of an emperor, Xiao Borong was thrilled to discover that this was the very game his beloved was in! The good news: He was playing a cracked version. The bad news: He'd impulsively married four people while playing the game, and now the beloved he'd been pining for wanted to poison him. To his left was a courtyard full of handsome men. To his right stood a breathtaking beauty, noble and moonlit, holding a cup of poison. Desperate to win back his love, Xiao Borong clung to the beauty's waist and refused to let go. "I was wrong. I know I was wrong." Xiao Borong hung off the beauty like a koala, crying his eyes out. "I was only pretending with them. You're the only one I truly love! There's only you in my heart!!!" Who cares about pride? Is it more important than my beloved? Those of us with beloveds don't want to talk to you people who don't have one! The noble and moonlit Feng Jun looked down at the little emperor clinging to him. Feeling his unreserved, passionate love, his jade-like face flushed crimson. "Your Majesty, please show some restraint." "No!" Xiao Borong refused without hesitation. "We're legally married! What's wrong with kissing and hugging?" Little Emperor: So smug.jpg Drunk on his beloved's stunning looks, the little emperor thought: A cold beauty is so much fun to flirt with! I love it! But some time later... the little emperor, legs weak and eyes hazy from being flirted with, pointed a trembling finger at him, lips red and swollen. "Aren't you supposed to be the cold type? You know you've completely broken character, right?!" The beauty narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I am merely treating you as you treated me." As he spoke, he raised a book with a flashy cover and said in a husky voice, "Your Majesty... would you like to try it with me?" A seemingly aloof but secretly tsundere beauty of a Feng Jun gong x a chatty, straightforward emperor shou Mutual pining. The gong doesn't actually want to poison him, it was all a misunderstanding. Once the gong catches on, he's a master flirt. The little emperor, who only talks a big game, is no match for him~ (Harem ranks: Feng Jun, Imperial Noble Jun, Noble Jun, Jun, Chang Yu, Liang Yu, Liang Ren, Cai Ren, Xiao Shi, Geng Yi. They don't really matter, and it's fine if you can't remember them. This is still a sweet romance at heart, and they won't take up much page time.) Please look forward to my upcoming story, Little Disciple's Second Career: Disciple of the Hehuan Sect. I hope all you lovely aunties will add it to your collections~ As a straight man of the modern era, Song Huaizhi never imagined that one day a man would force him into marriage. When the cold, otherworldly sword cultivator before him held a sword to his throat, Song Huaizhi really wanted to ask: Are you proposing, or are you here to take revenge? Who proposes marriage by threatening an innocent man with a sword? On his first day after transmigrating, his cheap dad said, "Son, ours is one of the top sects in the cultivation world!" Song Huaizhi gazed at the splendid, luxurious palace before him and the beautiful, fragrant fairy sisters strolling among the flowers, and nodded with satisfaction. On his second day after transmigrating, his pretty dad tugged at his sleeve and wailed, "Son, the truth is... you have a terrible illness. If you don't unite with someone who has a pure yang constitution, you'll die!" Song Huaizhi stared at his father, whose sleeves were still perfectly dry despite all that crying, and fell silent. Fine, marrying a fairy sister would work too~ With a faint glimmer of hope in his heart, Song Huaizhi followed his cheap dad to the neighboring Wanjian Sect. But when he saw the man with the long sword and an air of frost, he wanted to turn and run. Why had the soft, fragrant fairy sister of my dreams turned into this ice-cold man? He's taller than me. I'm mad! His cheap dad leaned against the upright-looking sect master of the Wanjian Sect and smiled. "Silly son, we people of the Hehuan Sect love taking sword cultivators from the Wanjian Sect as our cultivation partners." And so, on his second day after transmigrating, Song Huaizhi finally learned the name of his sect. That's right, how could the Hehuan Sect not be one of the top sects in the cultivation world? How could a straight man accept marrying another man? Song Huaizhi immediately ran away. Who says people from the Hehuan Sect have to rely on others? I'm quitting and striking out on my own for a new career! But... looking at the silent man following behind him, Song Huaizhi was close to tears. "Bro, I really don't like men. Stop following me." Jiang Xiubai turned his head to hide his reddened ears and murmured, "I don't like men either." But I like you. Unfeeling Dao Wanjian Sect senior brother gong x beautiful, oblivious-to-his-own-charm "straight man" Hehuan Sect shou Theme: Be sincere in how you treat others