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Xu Xingxing dies and transmigrates into a novel. A system informs her that if she can locate all the endangered spirit beasts recorded in the Book of Beasts, she will be granted one wish.
Her first find is Huo Dou, a rare spirit beast. After forming a beast contract, she names him Xiao Hei.
They travel together, grow close, and for a time, Xu Xingxing believes he is the most gentle and devoted companion in the world.
But as Xiao Hei’s sealed memories awaken, he becomes increasingly cruel, wounding cultivators and slaughtering innocent mortals. Unable to reconcile their values, Xu Xingxing decides to dissolve the contract and part ways.
She never gets the chance.
When she wakes, she is bound in chains in an unfamiliar room. The one responsible kneels at her feet, gaze lowered, expression unnervingly obedient, yet madness churns in his pitch-black eyes.
Fingers brushing against her ankle, he whispers softly:
“Master… how could you bear to abandon me?”
…
He has had many names.
Once human, he was imprisoned for his peerless beauty and named Chun Song.
Later, his unique constitution was discovered, his eyes taken for medicine, he became nothing more than a medicinal catalyst.
After becoming a demon, he crushed mountains with a gesture and annihilated nations with a thought.
Divined by the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion as the last Heavenly Demon and final God, he was named Hui Yuan.
Then he lost all his memories and became the spirit beast Huo Dou,
and the girl with starlight in her eyes called him:
Xiao Hei.
At first, he hated the name.
Later, with her trapped beneath him, voice trembling with obsession, he whispered again and again:
“Xingxing… call me.”
…
Mini Theater:
Curious whether the Demon God’s mind could overcome a canine’s instincts, Xu Xingxing secretly threw a frisbee several miles away and shouted:
“Go! Fetch!”
After a moment of stunned silence, Xiao Hei vanished and instantly reappeared, placing the frisbee back in her hand. Smiling sweetly, he said:
“Master… want to keep playing?”
That night, as she drifted to sleep, arms pulled her into a burning embrace.
A voice brushed her ear:
“Now it’s your turn to play with me.”
“I was born cold and heartless, yet for you, I learned mercy.”
