A Cannon-Fodder Ex-Husband's Survival Guide

Liang Jiming transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder young master who had forced the Sword Immortal Chi Hanjie to marry him, tortured and humiliated him, and was ultimately strung up on the city wall as a snack.

On his wedding night, Liang Jiming stood in his wedding robes, his face ashen.

In the bridal chamber, desperate to save himself, he dissolved the antidote into their nuptial wine and forced Chi Hanjie to drink it. Meeting his furious gaze, Liang Jiming grinned, roguish and utterly annoying:

"Don't you dare die. We still have a score to settle, and we'll take our time with it."

From then on, Young Master Liang took stock of himself three times a day: Did I suck up today? Did I improve my reputation today? Did I get a little farther from the city wall today?

Newlyweds living together day and night, their life was a complete uproar.

Liang Jiming believed he'd given Chi Hanjie his whole heart, provided him with the best food and drink, and nearly sacrificed his life for him. Chi Hanjie still wanted nothing more than to kill him.

The rumors grew wilder: Young Master Liang loathed Chi Hanjie, and the married couple were at each other's throats.

Liang Jiming turned to look at the icy face beside him and sighed inwardly.

How was he supposed to win this one?

Until the day demons overran the city. He stood atop the city wall and looked back one last time, only to see Chi Hanjie's blood-red eyes.

He fell on his own blade, his blood splashing across the spirit array.

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His fake death succeeded, and a fortune-teller appeared in a southern riverside town.

He had barely enjoyed a little peace and freedom when the Demon Emperor entered the mortal world and Liang Jiming was dragged into his manor.

Red silk draped the room, and wedding candles burned high.

Chi Hanjie gently brushed a fingertip over the corner of his eye, his voice full of amusement:

"You said it yourself. Some scores have to be settled slowly."

"We haven't settled the whole score yet. Why are you trying to run?"

Younger gong =v=

Advance notice: After the Cold and Aloof Medicine Cultivator Binds to a Dog-Licking System

Ye Qinghe transmigrated into the most miserable cannon-fodder beauty in a certain adult novel.

In the original, he was as cold and aloof as an immortal, but one glimpse of the protagonist made him lose his heart forever. His cold pride crumbled, and with tears in his eyes, he confessed his love.

He betrayed his sect and abandoned his principles for that person, willingly became a human cauldron, and ultimately ended up being shared by countless people.

Ye Qinghe frowned, puzzled, and said nothing.

Ye Qinghe packed up all the spirit herbs in the valley overnight and fled to a remote mountain where even ghosts couldn't find him.

He lived in seclusion and farmed for ten years. Then the plot kicked in, his dog-licking instincts exploded, and Ye Qinghe licked three, four, five, six people in a row.

The melodrama arrived late, but it arrived.

When his mouth began spouting outrageous lines without his permission

He pinned the righteous sect's prodigy in a medicinal spring and stripped him to treat his wounds: "Young hero, your waist... ahem, your wound needs a daily massage."

He tied up the Demon Lord like a dumpling and force-fed him medicine: "If you don't believe me, I'll cut out my heart and show you."

He bound his corrupted junior brother with spirit-locking ropes to treat his poison: "If it hurts, bite my finger. I'll share the pain with you."

Protagonist / villain / junior brother: He really does love me.

Later, the Three Realms buzzed with rumors that the abandoned disciple of the Divine Healer Valley was a deranged playboy.

He would tell the Sword Sovereign, "I'd pluck the stars for you," then turn around and refine medicine from the Demon Lord's heart's blood. He was even willing to be chained to a bed for seven days and seven nights for his junior brother after he fell to demonic cultivation.

Until one day, the constraints of the plot suddenly shattered.

Ye Qinghe pulled out his grudge-recording jade slip and coldly began making a list:

First, the one who tricked him into diving into an icy pool to retrieve a sword;

Second, the one who coaxed him into cutting out his heart's blood;

Third...

Ye Qinghe tenderly ran a hand along the long blade he'd spent the night sharpening.

[An emotionally clueless gong who is either hunting someone down or being hunted × a hapless miracle-working shou with level-ten sweet talk and a blade that deals 999 damage]

[Reading Guide]

1. 1v1. The shou is forced to spout outrageous lines early on, then delivers physical salvation later.

2. The crematorium explodes into fireworks.

3. Come watch a cold beauty bleed and spout sweet nothings while stabbing someone else's kidney.

Theme: Once we meet a gentleman, how could we not rejoice?