A Cannon Fodder, but I Turn the Arrogant Male Lead Gay

This novel will undergo a major revision starting in December

[Outgoing, attention-loving, straight male demon lord bottom x Emotionless, leveling-up-and-monster-slaying, chosen-one top]

Ye Lansheng was in class, bantering with his professor, when he tragically transmigrated into a book.

The good news: the chosen-one hero from the book was right in front of him.

The bad news: he was the cannon-fodder demon lord currently beating the hero to within an inch of his life.

Ye Lansheng: ...

Could he still surrender to the hero, drop to his knees, and pretend to be a fanboy?

Seeing that the hero had fallen for his clumsy lies, Ye Lansheng finally relaxed.

Thank goodness. For now, there was no risk of his identity being exposed.

But the one thing he couldn't figure out was that, although he was careful to keep his distance when he approached the hero, the other man started acting strangely as time went on.

One day, he accidentally got poisoned with a love potion. The hero's gaze darkened. "So you feel that way about me too?"

Then they went at it for seven days and seven nights.

Ye Lansheng's legs trembled as he crawled away, but a pair of large hands grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

Ye Lansheng: I can't take this anymore. I have to run.

But on the day he tried to escape, a hand blocked his way.

"You've been pretending by my side for so long. Why leave all of a sudden?"

Ye Lansheng: ???

Lu Xuan was a once-in-a-generation prodigy, yet the Demon Lord had humiliated and tormented him without mercy.

In a damp, dark stone cell, he swore that one day he would have his revenge.

He never expected heaven to take pity on him and send a young man to rescue him.

The youth called himself a "junior brother" and smiled with a raised brow, so warm and friendly.

Lu Xuan devoted himself completely to the youth, only to discover that he was the Demon Lord himself.

That despicable, contemptible Demon Lord had deceived and toyed with him. They were enemies sworn to the death.

He swore he would punish this liar in the most terrifying way imaginable.

But later on,

In a palace revered by both humans and demons, a person lay on a soft bed, clothes in disarray, his usually smiling eyes drooping with exhaustion.

He caressed the person's cheek, unable to get enough of him, and softly coaxed, "Try a little harder tonight, and I won't kill you tomorrow, okay?"

Reading Guide

One-on-one sweet romance.

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Shen Qingyuan was the light of the immortal path, yet he defied convention and fell in love with his own disciple.

He personally learned to make Eight-Treasure Cake for his disciple;

He also braved countless dangers to climb the mountain and gather medicine for his disciple's old affliction, despite everyone's objections.

But all he received in return was a sword plunged into his abdomen.

Red plum blossoms glowed beneath a sky of falling snow. As his consciousness faded, he swallowed the blood in his mouth and thought with bitter disappointment, "In the end, I was wrong to trust you."

When he came to, he had returned to twenty years earlier.

The disciple-selection ceremony was about to end. This time, he didn't look at that person again.

But the man clung to him like a burr.

It didn't matter, though.

In this life, he would cultivate the merciless path.

Gu Zhen had once hated Shen Qingyuan with every fiber of his being.

He deliberately disguised himself to become the man's disciple, lying low for years before finally taking his revenge.

He should have felt triumphant after getting his revenge, but instead, panic filled his heart, as if he had lost something.

It wasn't until later, when nobody stood in front of him to keep him safe, that he finally understood what he had lost.

Much later, everyone said that the famous Demon Lord, who had united the Seven Regions, had gone mad.

He asked everyone he met, "Have you seen my master?"

With black hair and white robes, he disappeared into the falling snow and never returned.

Theme: If you don't bring disaster upon yourself, you won't die.