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[BL] Capturing my Demon King Costar

[BL - Mature Content] Yao Shen is a struggling actor, virtually anonymous to the public. That is, until the opportunity to star in an anticipated new cultivation drama comes along, and it finally seems like Yao Shen's fate is turning. The only problem? He'll be playing the love interest of 'movie Emperor' Xin Hulei -- the big star responsible for all his difficulties in breaking into the entertainment industry. Things only get worse when a 'Demonic Capture System' is activated after Yao Shen's first audition with Xin Hulei. Worse becomes worrying when Yao Shen realizes the events depicted in the drama might not be so fictional after all, and that maybe there's more to it than the System is telling him... --- Yao Shen: "What do you mean Xin Hulei is one of the Demon Kings? And it's my job to send him back to the demonic realm? I'm just a D-list celebrity, how am I qualified for this?" System: "There are rewards." Yao Shen: "..." Yao Shen: "Tell me more" --- hardworking, down on his luck, determined and witty MC with a short fuse x cold beauty, calculating and sly, blackbellied Demon ML, hellbent on revenge.

ThirtyTyrants · LGBT+
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186 Chs

My Costar finds the truth

Yao Shen could go and try to find the Impermanences at once, but with his own and Yan Shuyi's fragile memories shoved inside the pockets of his shorts he doesn't dare.

Better to go home first and regroup. Besides, time passes weirdly in Youdu, he doesn't know how long he's been here. He needs to go back in case Bi Jialu or anyone else from his agency tries to get in touch with him.

Ghost king, is only his side gig, his first priority is still is acting career. Which is an odd thing to think, but true nonetheless.

He makes it back to the doorway before the extended effects of Invisibility even run out.

Which is probably all the more damning, when the door of his apartment's bathroom flies open on its own, showing  an unobstructed view of a Youdu street through his invisible body. 

Xin Hulei, sitting on the sofa across the living room, gets up in a single fluid motion. His sharp eyes glinting with barely restrained hurt.