The Demon King's Wife is the Heaven's Strongest [BL]
A love story hidden in the depths of despair and forsaken memories… Lai Mingjie is a hot and well-sought bachelor in the city, the sole heir of one of the country's most powerful and influential men. However, he has a secret: he used to be the most prolific demon king in history! In his plight of trying to end his suffering, he runs into the amnesiac Xu Rouguang. This man cannot remember anything else about his life... but that he loves Lai Mingjie. Who would have thought that this man is actually the demon king's wife... and executioner?! With the promises of freedom and a new life together, the two of them works on recovering whatever they can to rebuild the destiny that they have placed onto themselves—and what they have shattered all the same. How strong can they be in their crossed paths filled with pain, death, and separation… now that they are together again? [Disclaimer and Warnings:] This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers. Chapters will become locked when you reach Chapter 68. Please don't tell me you weren't warned. Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook (droopyghostofficial) Cover art is by reialdark66 (pixiv)
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Constant lightning bolts struck the ground even if there was no storm. After the first hit, he could feel his body tattered already. Even if he could circulate his heaven and earth energy, the lightning bolt was disrupting and was burning his veins at every hit. It was akin to being burned alive by the abyssal energy that he was once hit with.
Xu Rouguang ended up crawling towards the pedestal before confirming that there was a shield protecting it from the sudden lightning storm. Staying next to it was his best bet; at least he wouldn't be hit in all directions.
Xu Rouguang gathered his body and leaned on the shield. He then sighed as he looked at the memory orb as his eyes grew dazed. This belonged to Emodao, and that was why he was being drawn to it. He pressed his hands against the shield like a child peering through the glass just to see their favorite shop animal.