A play-the-pig-to-eat-the-tiger top x a devil lord bottom who has given up on life [mpreg]
Fruit Series title: The Loquat's Journey
The Devil Lord Jiu You was immensely powerful. If gods stood in his way, he killed them; if Buddhas stood in his way, he killed them too. At last, he had enraged both gods and humans, who joined forces to attack him.
One day, after killing and killing until he was sick of it, he lay down in a stream to sleep. An ordinary mortal carried him home and looked after him as his wife...
Hua Shijiu stood in the doorway, shaking a bell and tearfully driving away the spirits drawn to Jiu You. "Don't come any closer!"
Jiu You flung the door open and took care of them all in a few quick moves.
The delicate wife instantly turned into a mighty warrior, leaving Hua Shijiu staring in astonishment.
Though his mortal husband was useless, he was also sweet and honest, and the Devil Lord liked him very much.
But one day, the man pulled out a dagger and pointed it at himself?
Fine, fine. So that's how you want to play? The Devil Lord finally saw the truth.
Hua Shijiu, still being held down, raged helplessly. "Kill me or cut me up, do whatever you want!"
Five minutes later:
"Why are you pulling my clothes off?! Where are you touching?! What are you doing?!"
Here's a preview of the next story I'm planning to write
I Don't Have a Teaching License
Blurb:
A good-for-nothing transmigrates and becomes the top genius in the cultivation world. The first thing he does is ask:
"Which of your elders is the most handsome...?"
System: Elder Sinan of Xiaowei Peak.
"Oh?" Guang Tingxia glances sideways at the haystack and rubs his fingertips together. "What's the old man's personality like?"
System: What old man? He's only twenty-five!
Guang Tingxia pauses, then says without hesitation, "I suppose he doesn't have much teaching experience."
System: .
"Never mind. His personality doesn't matter," he says magnanimously, waving a hand. Then his expression turns serious. "The important thing is, has he ever done anything heinous?"
System: ...Not so far.
Good, good. At least things shouldn't end in a fight to the death.
"One last question." Guang Tingxia asks gravely, "This... young fellow, what kind of background does he have?"
System: ...A pretty tragic one, but
Guang Tingxia has already tightened his belt and set off.
System: Wait, man, where are you going?
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to become his disciple."
System: But your health keeps dropping! Are you sure you don't want to get treated first?!
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One day, Elder Siwen visits. Stroking his beard, he asks the unwilling young disciple grinding ink beside him with a smile, "Oh, you have to do this yourself? Where's your new disciple?"
Ning Shuwei casually raises his eyes. "Dead."
Elder Siwen: ??
Guang Tingxia jolts awake and touches his neck, his heart pounding. How strange. Why do I feel like someone just stabbed me?
The not-so-serious blurb:
Bullshit! My master has such an impressive title. How could he not be licensed?
Ah! Master?! Why are you in the same exam room as me? Wait... are you the proctor?
Master! Why have you gotten smaller?! I thought I picked easy mode!
There's definitely something wrong with your teaching license exam. I demand to use the fast-track lane!
In short, the new story is about a cultivation newbie with built-in cheats teaming up with his master to cultivate, level up, solve mysteries, fight monsters, and save the world~ (takes a huge breath), 26.09.16
#PleaseReadBeforeStarting#
○The early story is mainly from the bottom's point of view; later, it's mainly from the top's point of view. Weak top, strong bottom. Short story, with lots of original worldbuilding, not a traditional immortal-and-demon story. Please give it a try~
Theme: Wear through your shoes as you cross the snow
Small theater: Hua Shijiu hugged Xiaojiu and sang a lullaby. For some reason, the child in her arms didn't feel sleepy at all. Two golden eyes stared at her unblinkingly, as if he would disappear in the next second. Hua Shijiu: Go to bed. If you don't go to bed, dad will go to bed first. After a while, Hua Shijiu was exhausted by the warm afternoon sun and gradually fell asleep. Little Nineteen climbed up slowly in his arms, tentatively placing his ear on his chest, quietly feeling the calm and familiar heartbeat. The lullaby-like heartbeat made him gradually feel sleepy, and he closed his eyes peacefully.
Looking back at this paragraph today, I suddenly felt that "The price of chickens in the city's kiln is good" and "It's time for Da Lang to take medicine" are so perfect that I almost laughed my head off.