In the Abyssal Demon Realm, there is only unchanging desolation and blood. Here, devouring and evolution happen every moment; the weak are prey to the strong, and power is respected above all else.
The distinction between high and low bloodline status is implemented with absolute thoroughness. Hearts are cold and blood is icy; there is no such thing as romantic love or “until death do us part.” In their very marrow, there is only the worship of and desire for power.
Thus, when Bai Si first learned that a demon had actually fallen in love with a human, he couldn’t help but sneer, mock, and dismiss it with disdain.
However, as the strongest and highest-ranking Demon King in the Abyss, he was sometimes bored to death and could only watch such things to pass the time.
Until one day, a human fell into the Abyss.
An unexpectedly powerful human powerful enough that even Bai Si felt a long-lost sense of trembling.
The opponent came before Bai Si, and after a bout of sparring, suddenly proposed a collaboration. As a gesture of sincerity, he promised to let Bai Si peer through the abyssal rift into another brilliant world of cultivation, completely different from the Abyss.
Bai Si agreed. He was bored anyway, wasn’t he?
He never expected, however, to hear that collaborator’s name from the mouth of the little fellow in front of him.
This was truly getting interesting.
Admittedly, he had approached this little fellow at first out of curiosity regarding the faint demon bloodline in his body. It was firmly sealed with demon techniques, indicating that the demon who placed the seal must have loved him deeply deeply enough to seal away all traces of the demon bloodline so that he could live as a human in this human world without being discovered.
But love?
Bai Si didn’t understand that stuff, let alone understand how demons, whose bones contained only blood and violence, could possess something like “feelings.” Whether it was romantic love or familial love, such things did not exist in the Abyss and were looked upon with contempt.
But that didn’t stop him from becoming interested. A living example had appeared before him, yet remained completely ignorant of his own situation. Watching the little fellow’s expression change was a delight. The child of a demon and a human, what could be more interesting than that?
Actually, there was something.
If Bai Si stayed in the human world a bit longer, he would understand one truth: life is like a play.
Undeniably, his interest had been piqued to the extreme.
Whether it was the fact that the little fellow actually knew that powerful collaborator, or that the little fellow was planning to harm the other party, or… the look in that collaborator’s eyes when he gazed at the little fellow, which revealed unmistakable… love?
Ha.
The Abyssal King, his eyes full of intense malice, laughed. He suddenly changed his mind.
…
Yan Li arrived very quickly. From the time he sent the message to Yan Lin, only half a day had passed before he appeared in front of Yan Lin.
“…” I don’t want to see him at all; I even want to turn around and leave.
However, remembering his mission as a villain even though the plot was now mangled beyond recognition and even the protagonist himself was “broken” Yan Lin still refused to give up. He was truly a model for a “Top Ten Excellent Employee.”
Thinking of this, Yan Lin couldn’t help but shoot a subtle glance at the helper who had delivered himself to his door and joined his “wicked conspiracy,” meaning: Act according to plan.
Lead the protagonist to a deserted corner, and then have the Abyssal King’s lackeys take action to create a scene of a demon ambush.
However, upon receiving the hint, Bai Si merely raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. Then, meeting Yan Li’s dark gaze, he leaned in closer.
Next, he extended a sturdy arm and suddenly wrapped it around Yan Lin’s slender waist.
“??”
Setting aside Yan Lin, whose head was full of question marks due to this Abyssal King not playing by the rules…
Opposite them, Yan Li’s expression suddenly sank.
Those pitch-black eyes seemed as deep as a bottomless pit, yet also seemed to radiate the bone-chilling cold of a ten-thousand-year-old icy pool as he gave Bai Si a deep look.
Then he raised his hand and, with irresistible force, pulled Yan Lin over, replacing the other’s hold with his own arms, firmly gripping Yan Lin’s waist, which seemed almost too thin to grasp.
Yan Lin, forced to bury his head in the protagonist’s chest: “…”
Am I some kind of object? Are they really fighting over me here? And to think I had high hopes for this Abyssal King!
Left with no choice, Yan Lin had to rely on himself. First, he pried away the arms shackled around his waist, then took a few steps back to distance himself from this clearly abnormal protagonist.
But with this retreat, he backed right into the side of the Abyssal King. Visibly, Yan Li’s expression darkened once more, revealing a gloomy look that made one’s heart skip a beat with fear.
But Yan Lin didn’t care about all that; who knew what kind of madness he was having now? His expression was slightly displeased.
No one knew what Yan Li was thinking at this moment, but after a while, the light in his eyes shifted slightly. He soon regained his composure, as if the sun had come out after a storm, and even revealed a smile.
Looking toward the Abyssal King, he asked genially: “This person is…?”
“Bai Si, Lin’er’s friend.”
The Abyssal King suddenly interjected with this self-introduction, and then, as he wished, saw Yan Li’s face darken slightly, causing him to narrow his eyes with pleasure.
This Abyssal King seemed to have no problem with causing trouble, a professional at stoking fires for a hundred years.
In the air, it felt as if a crackling sound had started; invisible electric sparks were colliding with each other.
Yan Lin, keenly sensing the atmosphere felt wrong: “…”
So, is this Abyssal King having some kind of episode too? Is it contagious??
Never expecting his supposed helper to be so unreliable, Yan Lin felt especially exhausted. Without a second thought, he turned and left immediately. He felt he needed some “quiet”—don’t ask who “Quiet” is.
Thus, a tragedy that was about to erupt dissipated into the air.
…
In the dead of night, Yan Li opened his eyes and looked toward the open window.
There, a figure had suddenly appeared. With a gentle face, the corners of his eyes seemed to always carry a smile, upturned in a dashing and noble manner.
To be honest, it was likely difficult for anyone to imagine that the strongest King of the Abyssal Demon Realm would look so harmless when disguised as a human.
As if entering an uninhabited place, he sat down directly at the table, then rested his head on the back of his hand, tilting his head slightly, looking at Yan Li with eyes full of malice.
“I didn’t realize that Lin’er was actually your Senior Brother.”
However, he saw that Yan Li had already closed his eyes again.
This act of ignoring him which differed from what he had imagined made Bai Si pause for a moment. But then, as if remembering something, a trace of pity appeared in the gaze he directed at Yan Li.
“Tsk tsk, you surely can’t guess what Lin’er is planning to do. It seems your ‘falling flowers have intent, but the flowing water has no feeling’ (unrequited love).”
“…”
Silence was the “Bridge of Cambridge” tonight.
Bai Si raised an eyebrow. He didn’t expect the other to be so patient. It was truly boring; he might as well go find the little fellow to play with.
Thinking this, he was about to get up and leave, but as he turned, Bai Si suddenly paused. A meaningful smile curved his lips, one that seemed to carry an indescribable tone.
“Looking closely… he is quite a beauty too.”
It was as if he were mumbling to himself, and recalling the little fellow’s looks, he was indeed more pleasing to the eye than average people.
These words were meant to provoke Yan Li, but Bai Si himself unconsciously savored them for a moment. When he came to his senses, he saw that Yan Li, who had been closing his eyes, had opened them at some unknown point. Those dark eyes were staring at him gloomily.
After a while, a cold voice rang in Bai Si’s ear:
“I advise you one thing: it would be best if you didn’t develop any unnecessary thoughts. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind ending our collaboration early.”
As if startled, Bai Si immediately took a step back, wearing an “I’m so scared” expression. Then he shrugged, appearing helpless, yet his eyes were full of malice as he said:
“I can’t guarantee that. After all, don’t you humans have a saying: feelings simply cannot be controlled.”
The air suddenly fell silent.
After a long while, Yan Li gave a “Heh” of a laugh, his eyes clouded with gloom.
“Then you had better pray for yourself that you do not develop human feelings.”
Especially… for his Senior Brother.
The Senior Brother who belongs to him alone.
From the inside out, Senior Brother is his.
…Want to… really want to… lock him up…
Yan Li raised his hand to cover his eyes, but through the gaps in his fingers, one could vaguely see the colors swirling within, becoming increasingly dark and deep, making one stop in fear.
Unfortunately, the only witness in the room was an Abyssal King who didn’t understand human feelings, and who was even watching Yan Li with great interest, feeling that he had indeed not misjudged.
Is this human love?
So distorted and insane; he wondered if the little fellow could withstand that scene. It would surely be extremely interesting.
At this moment, the King from the Abyssal Demon Realm who was likely bored to the extreme—once again showed an expression of watching a scene and wanting more trouble, and was somewhat eager to try it out.
Meanwhile, Yan Lin had actually tried to make him a partner and join in a “wicked conspiracy” to ruin the protagonist. From the very beginning, he had chosen the wrong person, having actually believed the serious expression on the other’s face during their secret plotting.
This led to a series of tragedies that did not play by the rules.
Yan Lin would also never imagine that in the pitch-black midnight, inside a room where light could not penetrate, a ripple quietly surfaced. Even the barrier he had casually set up before sleeping hadn’t been triggered in the slightest.
It was a dark shadow deeper than the night, standing familiarly by his bed. Only a pair of deep and dark eyes fell, as if substantial, upon his sleeping face and his slightly open collar…
Growing deeper and deeper.