It was bad enough transmigrating into a game as a boss, but why did I have to be a voluptuous female flower demon?!
That might have been bad enough too, but after a whole series of events, I finally met the game’s only player. Then, just after gaining my freedom, I got blasted to death by a giant lizard on the roadside and was forced to become bound to some unknown player.
What? You’re a transmigrator! What? You’re in a cultivation world?! What! Your parents are both dead, and you have a younger sister and a house?!
What! This game is your golden finger?!
Then aren’t you the protagonist of a novel? Big shot, take me with you! I want to cultivate too!
You need a wife? Don’t even think about it! I’m a man, I’m just temporarily a woman right now!
But as your bro, I can help you come up with plans to win over those immortal maidens! If the opportunity comes, I can even be your bestie and wingman!
Just let me go, okay?
A few years later, the flower demon knelt at the sword immortal’s feet, clasped his hand, and said with deep regret, “I was wrong. Don’t leave me!”
The sword immortal frowned and replied helplessly, “You really do think about nothing but yourself.”
With that, he flew away on his sword.
“Did you enjoy that back then?”
The flower demon in the sword immortal’s arms looked at him as he watched old footage on a memory stone with great interest, and asked in an unfriendly tone.
The sword immortal nodded with complete honesty. “Every time I watch this video, it feels so damn good.”
The sword immortal was promptly kicked out of bed by the flower demon’s long, pale legs.
