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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)

droopyghost · LGBT+
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646 Chs

Death to General Xu

A spark of light quickly ate up most of the darkness. Lai Mingjie had walked in a dark room again, the door causing light to tear into the void. Upon closing the door behind him, the light was left to disintegrate as well. However, in such a dark place, Lai Mingjie turned on the flashlight in his phone to scan the surroundings.

"Emodao, how rude of you to blind me." A feminine voice laughed out as she used a hand to shield her face from his light.

"That's for not being considerate first." He snorted before lowering the light, letting the woman bring her hand down. However, his eyes narrowed as a huge scar was left on her beautiful face, making it hard to look at. She was like an exquisite doll whose face was cracked with a stomp. "Your face..."