Modern setting: half-trained young Taoist shou x max-level demon king with three huge appendages. Please leave a little star~
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Recently, the Demon-Slaying Alliance issued an urgent notice:
The Demon King is about to emerge. Classification: silver demon. Features: two black demonic appendages. Reward for information: 888888.
Lin Wuji, a slacker at a little Taoist temple, was kicked down the mountain by his master. Armed with the Taoist name Yangyang and a peachwood sword, he went chasing after the demon-slaying army.
After battling a goose demon for five hundred rounds, Lin Wuji found a pitch-black cat. It rubbed pitifully against his leg, with a wound on its belly that might have been caused by his own unreliable swordsmanship.
The half-trained Taoist Yangyang: ...
He'd gotten into trouble before he even made it down the mountain! Aaaaaah!
His internship at the Demon-Slaying Bureau was exhausting. He had to catch demons and look after the black cat, which had a foul temper and loved licking his chest. Every morning, his body felt sore and limp, and something strange was happening to a certain part of him.
Lin Wuji couldn't figure it out, until one day a man appeared in his bed!
A tall, fierce-looking man with black hair and black eyes!
Later, Taoist Yangyang complained through his tears that the Demon-Slaying Alliance's information was inaccurate.
Counting the Demon King's tail, there were clearly three! Three!
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After the great battle a hundred years ago, Chi Xiao fell into a deep sleep. He remained there until a young Taoist in gray robes came running after a goose in his graveyard and flung a peachwood sword straight into his forehead.
What a racket.
Chi Xiao was annoyed. He moved a finger, about to dispose of them both, when he caught a sweet, delicious scent that made him restless with desire.
The long-starving Demon King let out a little rumble and wickedly withdrew the spell he had conjured.
After a puff of smoke, the young Taoist, goose in hand, came across a black cat pretending to be pitiful.
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Lin Wuji hated the legendary Demon King.
If not for him, his master wouldn't have kicked him down the mountain, and he wouldn't be stuck working a nine-to-five desk job, chasing after chicken demons and duck demons every day.
Now there was another rumor going around: the legendary Demon King had become so deranged that he was even killing his own kind! One comes, one dies. Two come, two die.
Terrified, Taoist Yangyang clutched his peachwood sword and rushed home to hug the carefree man.
