Chapter 201
Shen Zechuan could not get up anymore. His inner thighs were covered in bite marks, and he was pinned beneath […]
A debauched, good-for-nothing dandy gong versus a beautiful, vengeful shou.
A vicious dog versus a mad hound.
The six prefectures of Zhongbo are handed over to foreign enemies. Shen Zechuan is escorted to the capital under arrest, reduced to a drowned dog that everyone feels entitled to kick. Xiao Chiye catches the scent and, instead of letting others do it, personally kicks Shen Zechuan until he becomes a sickly wreck. Who would have thought that this so-called invalid would turn around and bite back, tearing Xiao Chiye bloody? From that moment on, the two form a deep-seated feud—whenever they meet, they tear into each other without fail.
“Fate demands that I spend my life guarding this place, but this was never the road I chose. Yellow sands have buried my brothers’ limbs. I no longer wish to submit to an empty destiny. An imperial decree cannot save my soldiers; the court cannot feed my horses. I refuse to give my life for this again. I will cross that mountain. I will fight one battle—for myself.”
One-on-one. Happy ending. Happy ending. Happy ending.
Warnings:
Main pairing: Xiao Chiye x Shen Zechuan (Xiao is the gong, Shen is the shou).
There is a yuri subplot, and it involves important characters.
The gong is even more of a bastard than the older brothers in the author’s previous works.
The author claims to be a no-skill demon king, practicing pacing.
Shen Zechuan could not get up anymore. His inner thighs were covered in bite marks, and he was pinned beneath […]
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