You have traveled through time and are a low-ranking disciple of the Hehuan Sect. You...
Wait, Hehuan Sect? !
Yes, you have to perform an important task and entertain the demon king who comes to your door!
No!
Fang Zhiyu wanted to run away immediately. Others may not know it, but he knew that the Demon Lord was sick. He is cold, he is ruthless, he is ruthless and likes to torture people, he... Huh?
While running away, Fang Zhiyu accidentally entered a forbidden area and was picked up by the Demon Lord, who is said to kill anyone on sight. The Demon Lord said in a gentle tone, "Does it hurt? Don't run so fast in the future."
Looking at the Demon Lord who wanted to sacrifice him, Fang Zhiyu pondered.
It seems like... That's not impossible?
——
Fang Zhiyu lived a life of being served by the Demon Lord. Except for his unwilling dual cultivation, the Demon Lord insisted on being adopted by him.
Until one ordinary night, Fang Zhiyu was so tired that he collapsed on the couch and gasped for air, when he saw the demon king lying on him like a ghost suddenly changed his face.
The next second, the long sword touched the fragile neck, and the Demon Lord said coldly: "Who sent you here?"
Fang Zhiyu: "???"
Help! The Demon Lord is indeed sick! The plot does not deceive him!
*
The Demon Lord has been sitting in front of the Taoist couple's tomb for more than three hundred years.
Finally, he waited for an opportunity.
Everything was beautiful, except for a small accident. He did not go directly to the past, but possessed himself in the past.
In this case, then... I can only feel sorry for myself.
He suppressed his past consciousness and joy took over. The Demon Lord is not willing to give the Taoist companion to anyone.
——Not even by myself.
*Small theater*
Fang Zhiyu couldn't bear it anymore, and the Demon Lord was seriously ill.
When he woke up this morning, Demon Lord climbed onto his bed, his eyes dim and unclear: "Tell me, where did I touch you yesterday."
At night, the Demon Lord grabbed his chin again, with a stern look on his face: "You went to see that person again... Where did he touch you?!"
Who knows! How can the Hehuan Sect stay here!
Fang Zhiyu ran away again with the bucket.
He didn't panic at all when he met the Demon Lord by chance and blurted out his words. This was thanks to his careful planning and the foreshadowing of a private meeting with the Demon Lord early on.
——Unexpectedly, when the Demon Lord heard this, his face immediately darkened.
…
Haha, screw it, you got the wrong person.
#Who can come to Hehuanzong to save him#
[He is a ruthless man who doesn't talk much but is a ferocious big devil & after being widowed for a hundred years, the dark and repressive male ghost attack x strong support and coldness are actually dull and joyful, and the beautiful woman is suffering]
*I am a cultivator, and I have a weak tendency to attract attention.
*1V1he, although he is keen on three selves, he is essentially the same person, and his personality will be slightly different at different points in time.
Purpose: Come as promised for you.
