Are you afraid of death? For Jie Fu Lian, who had already come to terms with his death, the thought of being alive was scarier. Although his death was quite tragic, he still lived a fulfilling life. He had done everything that he had wanted to do and he had achieved everything that he had strived for. Even as he died, he only had a single regret. He regretted the fact that he couldn't thank Hua Tianshu, an enemy who had stood up for him till the end. His death was quite painful but he wasn't unhappy with it. However, it should have ended right there. Why the hell was he now possessing the body of a tyrannical demon king?! The heavens above were certainly playing with him and laughing at his misfortune! As if possessing the body of his enemy wasn't enough, out of all the people that he could run into, why did he have to run into Hua Tianshu?! Just when Jie Fu Lian thought his luck couldn't get any worse, Hua Tianshu just had to go and recognize him as well! "Is this what an ill-fated relationship means?" Jie Fu Lian's lips twitched. It was as if even death couldn't break the red strings that had tied the two of them together. "Why are you so nice to me?" “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you the reason,” Hua Tianshu sighed. “You are falsely accusing me. I trust everything you tell me.” “I like you.” “I like you too, brother,” Jie Fu Lian beamed, however, this response only disappointed Hua Tianshu whose words had been misunderstood once again. “We are clearly not on the same page,” Hua Tianshu sighed as he turned around and left. Jie Fu Lian frowned as he tilted his head cluelessly. The new demon king is a thick-headed idiot who can’t even take a hint! Cover art by: Cherlyswan
As Hua Tianshu looked around, he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. Although this was a demonic beast's dwelling, it looked luxurious and nothing less than a palace made by humans.
The ceiling was so high up that one would not even notice it unless he turned his head up to look for it. Flowers, red curtains, gold statues, and high-quality furniture were used to decorate the place.
If there were servants running around with fruit baskets and drinks, Hua Tianshu would have really believed that they had entered a Confucianist king's palace.
In the middle of the room, there were red curtains that blocked off a certain section of the room. From the marble steps leading towards the closed curtains, it was clear that the blocked section was pretty important.
"Master Jie Ming...? It's really you!" Suddenly, Jie Fu Lian was greeted by a familiar voice and it seemed that the voice was coming from behind the red curtain.