After the Pretty Fool Impersonated the Faked Death White Moonlight

Rong Xuanhe spent his days dreaming of becoming a heaven-sent rising star. The moment he opened his eyes one day, he transmigrated into a cultivation world den of debauchery as a petty beauty who would rather die than submit. Just as he was calculating whether running away or resisting would get him killed faster, a distinguished guest suddenly specified and bid on him. The forcible seizure kind. The white-robed god of slaughter had a cold expression and a calm demeanor, leveling the den of debauchery with a single strike. His sword light stabbed down with a whoosh right in front of an unlucky bastard who hadn’t managed to dodge in time. The entire hall trembled in terror; not a single person dared to make a sound. “This person,” the other party looked at him and said indifferently, “I want him.” Thus, that unlucky bastard Rong Xuanhe was forced to cling to a sugar daddy. Along the way, he inadvertently heard that this god of slaughter had been widowed for many years, having once possessed a short-lived white moonlight dao companion. He looked at the god of slaughter’s sword, then looked at his own fragile neck, closed his eyes tightly: …Isn’t this just substitute literature? I’ll act it out! Bearing the cold stares and disdain of the immortal attendants, he brought food to the god of slaughter, offered warm greetings under the god’s chilly gaze, and secretly prepared a birthday gift for him. Even on a pitch-black, snowy night, treating himself as a heating pad, he took the initiative to crawl into the god of slaughter’s bed. Unfortunately, before the bed could warm up, he caught a cold first, running a fever and growing delirious. The god of slaughter, who had always been unmoved, leaned down. Thinking he was about to be killed, Rong Xuanhe wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and tried to escape, only to be grabbed by the waist and turned back around, sniffing tearfully out of fright. The god of slaughter furrowed his brows: “Drinking medicine makes you feel this wronged?” Just as he put down the bowl and was about to stand up, the young man’s weakened hands looped around his neck. Both the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were tinted a light red from tears, and he whispered, “So bitter, I want a kiss…” That night, Rong Xuanhe was hazily climbed into bed by the god of slaughter. Su Wenquan, the sword lord who had always been cold-hearted and detached, kept a mortal in captivity, granting every request and spoiling him lawlessly. Even more bizarrely, this person was also suspected to be Su Wenquan’s long-dead black moonlight who had loved and left him. As soon as this news broke, it caused an uproar across the cultivation world. Some fearless cultivators secretly ascended Zaiyun Palace, attempting to catch a glimpse of the true appearance of this “black moonlight,” only to run right into the sword lord catching a runaway bird. Driven to a dead end, the young man curled up at the bottom of the steps, spirit-locks bound around his ankles, with the unmistakable marks of passionate kisses covering his snow-white neck. Dainty and aggrieved, he said, “Everything was an act; I’ve already confessed… Why are you still unwilling to let me go?” He refused to be tumbled and slept over and over again anymore. The white-robed immortal lord pressed forward step by step, his tone excessively calm: “I know.” Rong Xuanhe instantly froze. Wait, what does “I know” mean?! *** Gong’s Perspective: The white-moonlight who loved and left has returned. Pretending to have amnesia? A bit interesting! What did it mean to run away right after we got married? *** One-Sentence Summary: What substitute literature? Why is it an old debt coming back to knock on the door? Core Theme: Learn to love yourself and find the meaning of your own existence. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: After the Pretty Fool Impersonated the Faked Death White Moonlight — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠