No Tricking the Adorable Little Red-Robed One!

(Immortal, Stroke My Head is currently running!) Blurb: In life, Jiang Yuanhua was a pampered young prince of noble birth. After dying, he slept in his tomb for a thousand years, then woke up as the strongest red-clad ghost in the ghost realm without a scratch. The newly awakened red-clad ghost poked his head out of the tomb, dazed, and immediately spotted a handsome man silently weeping at his grave. Well, if it isn't my scumbag ex-husband, the genius mystic! It's been a thousand years, and you've really fallen off, huh? Anger welled up in his heart, and malice rose with it. Looking at the familiar face he would recognize even if it were burned to ash, Jiang Yuanhua felt a nameless fury surge within him. "Cry, cry, cry! I'll give you something to cry about!" The little red-clad ghost charged at him, claws bared. I'll scratch up your face and see how you seduce me then! A moment later, two little fangs sank into skin, and the little red-clad ghost clung to the man's neck, drunk and dizzy. Oh, that flavor... It's intoxicating even to a ghost~ A certain scheming, smooth-talking Taoist master smiled. "Taste good?" "Come home with me, Huahua. I'll give you a drink every day." Still intoxicated, the little red-clad ghost considered this with his muddled brain for a moment, then decisively abandoned thinking and lost himself in the delicious, metallic sweetness. Keep me, keep me, the little red-clad ghost thought. If I'm going to keep a blood bag, it should at least be a handsome one! Huahua: weak, helpless, and hungry.jpg Not far away, the ghosts who'd been beaten black and blue and nearly had their souls scattered clung to each other, trembling. After witnessing all this, they let out a tremendous wail. "How dare you put on an act? You didn't look like that when you were punching us!" Fake upright, true conniving, lovesick Taoist master top x Arrogant, pampered red-clad ghost bottom Note: The top isn't a scumbag, it's all a misunderstanding. The main villain is behind everything! (Ghost realm ranks: Gray-Heart Ghost, White-Robed Ghost, Yellow-Page Ghost, Black Shadow, Red-Clad Vengeful Ghost, and Green-Faced Ghost.) (Most of the mysticism-related details were researched online or made up, so don't worry too much about them.) Please add my upcoming little one, The Hehuan Sect Disciple's Second Career, to your reading list. I hope all the aunties will give it a look~ As a straight-as-an-arrow guy in the modern era, Song Huaizhi never imagined that one day a man would force him into marriage. When the aloof, otherworldly sword cultivator in front of him held a sword to his throat, Song Huaizhi really wanted to ask: Are you proposing, or are you here for revenge? Who threatens a perfectly respectable man with a sword to make him marry them? On his first day after transmigrating, his bargain-basement father said, "Son, we're a first-rate sect in the cultivation world!" Song Huaizhi looked at the lavish, ornate palaces and the beautiful, fragrant immortal sisters strolling among the flowers, and nodded with satisfaction. On the second day after transmigrating, his beautiful father tugged at his sleeve and wailed, "Son, the truth is... the truth is, you have a terrible illness. If you don't get together with someone of pure yang, you'll die!" Song Huaizhi stared at his father, who had been crying for ages, and his still-dry sleeve, falling silent. Fine, marrying a beautiful immortal sister would work too~ Song Huaizhi, secretly a little excited, followed his bargain-basement father to the neighboring Myriad Sword Sect. When he saw the frost-covered man holding a sword, he wanted to turn tail and run. Why had my soft, sweet immortal sister turned into this cold man? He's taller than me. Unacceptable! His bargain-basement father leaned against the upright-looking sect leader of the Myriad Sword Sect and smiled. "Silly son, people from our Hehuan Sect love taking sword cultivators from the Myriad Sword Sect as their cultivation partners." And so, on the second day after transmigrating, Song Huaizhi finally learned his sect's name. Yes, that's right. Why wouldn't the Hehuan Sect count as a first-rate sect in the cultivation world? How could a straight man possibly accept marrying another man? Song Huaizhi promptly ran away. Who says the Hehuan Sect has to depend on other people? I'm quitting and striking out on my own, starting a new career! But... looking at the silent man following behind him, Song Huaizhi was on the verge of tears. "Bro, I really don't like men. Stop following me." Jiang Xiubai turned his head to hide his reddening ears, then said softly, "I don't like men either." But I like you. Unfeeling Sword Path, senior brother of the Myriad Sword Sect, top x "Straight-as-an-arrow" Hehuan Sect beauty who doesn't know he's beautiful, bottom Theme: Love yourself well every day.