When Lu Chen opened his eyes, he was still holding uneaten popcorn in his hand, but what he saw in front of him changed from the crowds of people leaving the theater to the stone walls of the Demon Palace covered with skeletons.
The system told him coldly: You are now Mo Yuan, a demon who is frightened by the news in the world of immortality. The people you have killed can fill three sword tombs. Want to go home? Go and become an apprentice to your arch-rival, the first master of the righteous path, Ling Xuanzhenren, and wait until you have been there for a year.
Lu Chen: "..."
Dressed as a murderous demon, you still want to worship the leader of the righteous path as your disciple? This system probably doesn't want him to die quickly.
In order to go home, he pinched his nose to hide his demonic aura, and under the name "Mo Chen", he bravely stepped into the Qingxuan Sect, the number one sect in the world.
The master, Ling Xuan, was born cold and cold, with unparalleled immortal bones. He was the benchmark of justice in the book for slaying demons - and the person whom the original owner Mo Yuan hated the most.
Lu Chen carefully pretended to be a good disciple, but when he had a fever on a snowy night, his master kept him guarded all night and gave him medicine; when he was in danger in a secret place, he used his body to block a fatal blow; when he was ostracized by his classmates, he heard him say "My disciple, it is not the turn of others to criticize".
His guard gradually melted in the warm current under the iceberg, and he began to be greedy for the master-disciple friendship, even forgetting the mission of returning home, and forgetting that he was a fake who could be exposed at any time.
It wasn't until the battle that determined the pattern of good and evil that another time traveler's voice pierced the sky: "Mo Yuan! You are indeed not dead!"
The moment his identity was torn apart, he saw the last bit of warmth in his master's eyes shatter into ice.
"Why are you approaching me?" Ling Xuan's sword was pressed against his throat, and his voice was as cold as quenched poison.
Lu Chen opened his mouth, but found that even "I didn't mean it" seemed pale.
He is Mo Yuan, the devil who can be punished by everyone, and Mo Chen, the liar who deceives his master, but he is not Lu Chen who can honestly say "I seem to like you a little bit."
When the right stance collides with the taboo that stirs the heart, when the shell of deception peels off, revealing the bloody truth underneath——
Should they settle their grudges with a sword, or sink into the quagmire of love and hate again?
Intention: None