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
Shen Chao took a sharp breath in as he looked at the situation and felt that things were getting extremely dangerous.
At this point, it didn't matter whether the fiends were able to beat him or not. Regardless of the outcome, one thing was sure and it was the fact that none of them were safe and might not even make it out alive.
Shen Chao bit into his finger and took out a small pocket knife. He rubbed his blood on the knife and chanted something under his breath.
The knife started shaking a little and a few drops of cold sweat formed on Shen Chao's forehead as he tightly held onto the knife and kept chanting.
"What are you doing?" Duan Luoyang worriedly asked as he noticed Shen Chao's odd behavior.
"Something risky that you won't like," Shen Chao answered in between his chants.