I Really Don't Want to Be Handsome Anymore

The world had thirteen provinces, each with its own shifting customs, and all was peaceful and harmonious. Then a handsome, brilliant young man arrived, and everything changed. Summoning? Sure. A dynasty? Why not. Fengjie's underwear? Toss it into the Overlord Furnace and refine it! “What the hell are you doing, Young Master Li?” “Your Majesty, let's surrender. Look, the old emperor of the Great Wei Empire was just killed by that Demon King Ji.” Li Que transmigrated to the Divine Martial Continent and had no idea what to do at first. He held a concert and dazzled hundreds of millions of young women; he refined a pill and won the praise of countless sects; he took up arms and destroyed nations in an instant. Sigh, life at the highest level is always this boring. Just kill me, I really can't be any more handsome. Hey, Tiger, what are you doing? What the hell, you don't even have one! Let me go! Aaaaaah!