Has Your Dao Companion Died Too?

Dashing, flirtatious Demon Lord gong x Cool-headed, composed Immortal Venerable shou

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After the war between the immortals and demons, both leaders were gravely weakened. The Demon Lord fell into a deep sleep, and the Immortal Leader vanished.

A hundred years later, Demon Lord Lian Jiri finally woke, only to receive two pieces of terrible news:

First, he'd lost a thousand years of memories.

Second, sometime during those thousand years, he'd taken a cultivation partner and become a man who loved men. His partner thought he was a plant demon and refused to share a bed or keep vigil by his side. On the day he fell unconscious, his partner ran off with someone else.

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Lian Jiri wanted to track down the scumbag who'd abandoned his husband and demand an explanation. But not a single demon in the whole Demon Realm could remember exactly what his partner looked like.

The Demon Realm was backward and traditional: when a demon reached a certain age, he needed a partner.

His subordinates urged him to find a more obedient one, and brought out a whole ring full of single demons for him to choose from.

Lian Jiri refused.

As a twice-married man, he had no right to ruin some innocent bachelor. He decided to find a fellow remarried cultivator and settle down together.

That very night, after making up his mind, he found a white-robed cultivator in his backyard, on the verge of death and quite to his taste.

A marriage-contract demon mark sat on the cultivator's neck, but it was so faint it was almost about to break, and had long since lost its original effect.

Lian Jiri had the same kind of mark around his waist.

It was a debuff left by his scumbag ex-husband, making him utterly uncompetitive in the marriage market!

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Lian Jiri was delighted to find a like-minded man he found easy on the eyes.

After nursing the cultivator back to health, he asked warmly, "Buddy, my partner ran off with someone. What about yours?"

The white-robed cultivator had been looking at him with reddened eyes and tender affection, but at that, his expression turned cold.

His thin lips parted. "He's dead."

"Oh, good riddance!"

Lian Jiri was overjoyed and clapped his hands. "Then let's make do together!"

The cultivator gave him an even colder look, but said, "All right."

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The cultivator was named Shuang Ju. He was cold, but treated Lian Jiri very well.

When Lian Jiri had a headache, he stayed up with him all night. When the righteous sects cursed Lian Jiri, he secretly wrote long posts cursing them right back. When Lian Jiri entered a demonic state, he cultivated with him to suppress it.

But whenever his ex-husband came up, Shuang Ju seemed like a different person and would always turn against him.

Even later, in bed, he was always careful to protect the fragile demon mark on his neck.

"...I miss him so much."

Panting, he stared into Lian Jiri's eyes and repeated, obsessively, again and again, "I will never forget him."

Lian Jiri's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes reddening. "That damn... He's been dead for how many years!"

"You think about him. What am I to you?"

Shuang Ju said nothing. He only raised a hand and gently touched his face.

Remarried men were such a pain.

Lian Jiri angrily rubbed his cheek against Shuang Ju's palm, still cursing inwardly.

Couldn't he just forget his damn ex, like Lian Jiri had?

Sooner or later, he'd drag Shuang Ju out of the mire of widowhood!!!

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Later, Lian Jiri remembered his ex-boyfriend.

He was the leader of the world's foremost sword sect, an incarnation of a tree spirit that had lived for ten thousand years.

They had once loved each other in secret, clinging together in the shadows for a thousand years.

The dragon's bite marks had lain on the immortal tree's neck, while the tree's branches and leaves had wound around the dragon's waist and stomach.

His ex-boyfriend's name was Shuang Ju.

#That bastard ex-husband ran off with someone

#Wait, actually, the ex-husband didn't run off

#Haha, what a mess

[Reader Advisory]

1. The gong has his reasons, the shou has his reasons, and they separated for a reason. Both have serious character flaws.

2. The gong is dominant in bed. Both gong and shou are strong. The gong is a handsome, mixed-heritage type, while the shou is a handsome, cool classical beauty. Those with strong preferences, read with caution. No dream-shipping or breaking up the couple. Comments will be deleted if there's a fight over issues already covered by these warnings.

Theme: Face life bravely.