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)
Save You Again
"What do you mean Scared Guardian?" Lanyan protested, but Zhenye raised his hand to her face. Before she knew it, the space to Zhenye's other side shifted; and a black portal opened. He then laid a small smile towards Lanyan before walking into it. For some reason, Lanyan reached out to catch just a hem of his jacket; but she missed as the portal closed.
She took her hand back and heaved a deep breath. Her eyes then turned to the hotel at a distance. "How dare you walk yourself to your own death, Zhenye? Talk about living your life... you should've just come with us..."
However, her head then hung low. "Could it be true? Wouldn't Nuwa be merciful enough to the true demons like us? If Emodao wasn't a real demon, then... what would happen to us?"
"It's too late to turn back now, dear."