After Getting Involved In A Love Triangle With My Mortal Enemy From A Past Life, All I Want To Do Is Lie Down And Relax. - Chapter 1

The dark clouds hung extremely low as swirling sand swept against the city walls, carrying a heavy scent of blood.

Outside the city stood a vast, dark army. Inside, the streets were desolate and empty. Only a young man dressed in dragon robes stood upon the beacon tower, his body stained crimson. His skin was exceptionally pale, like cold winter snow. Under the sunlight, his peach blossom eyes shimmered like ripples on water, and the small red mole at the end of his eyebrow bloomed like a quiet poppy, dangerous and alluring.

With pale lips and waist length black hair, his beauty was intense and vivid, striking directly at the heart. Such features should have been soul stirring, but the cold indifference in his eyes washed away the gaudiness, making him appear untouchable.

“Surrender. Your subjects have already yielded.”

The general of the enemy nation held a halberd, his armor flashing with sharp, unstoppable brilliance under the sun. The youth stared fixedly, knowing the situation was decided and beyond salvation.

As the horn sounded, the city gates were forced open and the army surged inside. The youth withdrew his gaze, gripped the sword in his hand, and whispered to himself, “You have been with me for so long. Today, let my blood be the offering to consecrate you.”

The ice cold blade pressed against his throat. With a swift turn of his wrist, blood erupted instantly. A sense of suffocation washed over him and the youth collapsed. He crawled forward weakly, staring unwillingly at the wreckage outside the city. The sound of iron hooves thundered in his ears as he finally closed those eyes full of sorrow. Under the sun, his expression was peaceful. Aside from the blood at the corners of his mouth, he looked as though he were merely sleeping.

“CUT!”

“Congratulations! That is a wrap!”

Sang Luo stood up. He took a tissue to wipe away the artificial blood and calmly accepted the red envelope handed over by the director. “Thank you, Director.”

“Do not be so polite. When you become famous later, do not refuse me if I ask you to act in my films!” The director looked at the footage with increasing satisfaction. He had a feeling his career’s second spring was coming.

“Alright.” Sang Luo took it as a joke, gave a detached smile, and walked into the dressing room.

Once changed, the person in the mirror returned to his original modern self. When he came out, the next scene was already filming. He greeted the director and left.

It was a bizarre tale. After being poisoned to death in his past life, Sang Luo had come back to life. This was the world of a book. The original owner of this body was a total cannon fodder character who had been tricked into signing with a black hearted small agency. For two years, he had only played bit parts. Recently, he had landed the role of the fourth male lead in a web drama, but the agency had pocketed his entire salary. To terminate the contract, he would have to pay an astronomical cancellation fee. Otherwise, the contract would continue indefinitely and all money earned would belong to the company.

When Sang Luo first arrived, the original owner had been in a car accident. During his half month recovery in the hospital, he had thoroughly figured out this world. After being discharged, he decided to finish his few remaining scenes as the fourth male lead, and today was the final one.

So far, what troubled Sang Luo was not the lack of money but the fact that the original owner was already married. By a staggering coincidence, his spouse was Huo Xun.

Indeed, it was the same man who in his past life had promised to protect him yet decisively ended his life. Their story had begun during a heavy snowstorm in their youth and ended in a dark, gloomy prison cell. In his past life, the debts of gratitude and resentment had been settled. Sang Luo had no desire for further entanglement.

By another coincidence, the scene he filmed today was somewhat similar to his past life, which was why the performance had gone so smoothly. As for Huo Xun, Sang Luo had only seen him once since transmigrating, on the day he was discharged from the hospital. Huo Xun was the person he least wanted to be involved with, yet now he was his closest relative in name. Fortunately, Huo Xun did not have memories of the past life. Otherwise, Sang Luo would have vanished without a trace.

Coming back to his senses, Sang Luo stopped walking. A faint sound reached his ears and his gaze gradually turned cold. The murderous aura in his eyes was a subconscious reaction developed after living through life and death struggles.

Someone was following him, about four or five people.

Who was it? Was it the original owner’s manager? Was the motive his contract termination? Indeed, Sang Luo had already terminated his contract with that black hearted company. He was never one to leave hidden dangers behind, so he had terminated it on his second day of filming. However, it did not quite make sense. The manager had quite happily provided a bank account number for Sang Luo to transfer the money without any hesitation.

So, who was it? Huo Xun? Probably not. At the very least, the Huo Xun he knew would not be so despicable.

The air seemed to crackle with tension. Sang Luo led his pursuers into a small alley. He stood still, placed his belongings aside, and bit onto a hair tie. Using both hands, he gathered his waist length hair and tied it up in a few quick motions.

“Come out.”

The men hiding in the shadows stopped concealing themselves. “Oh? You found us.”

Sang Luo’s expression became sharp, unlike his usual calm. His eyes were like those of a battle hardened hawk, chilly and piercing.

“Since you found us, we will not hide it. Just stand still and let us beat you up, and then we will let you go.” The thugs smiled mockingly, their eyes shamelessly scanning Sang Luo.

“Who sent you?” Sang Luo’s voice was faint. “Do not force me to act.”

“Ha?” The leader laughed disdainfully. “A guy like you? I could take on two of you by myself!”

Sang Luo assessed them and made a decision. He tilted his head, his obsidian eyes glinting with coldness. “Come then.”

The thugs looked at each other and rushed forward. Sang Luo dodged nimbly, grabbed one man’s arm, and used his momentum to hurl him away. Two more pounced. Sang Luo used his feet to gain leverage and flipped through the air. With a sharp cry, his long hair cut through the air. His eyes darkened as he locked onto one man and kicked him away.

His movements were swift and precise, filled with a light, graceful beauty. He was as light as a swallow yet packed with explosive power. After a few rounds, everyone except Sang Luo was on the ground.

“Can you talk now?” Sang Luo’s eyebrows were like unsheathed blades and his voice was equally icy.

“We, we just wanted to rob you. No one sent us,” the leader hissed through his teeth, gasping for air. “Really, I am telling the truth. We just thought, we thought we would let out some steam while we were at it.” The thug’s voice dropped significantly, sounding guilty.

“Is that so?” Sang Luo looked down at them, his expression perfectly calm.

He did not believe a single word they said. However, no matter how much he questioned them, they insisted they were just acting on a whim because he looked like an easy target. Sang Luo gave them a long, deep look and then turned to leave.

He did not notice that after he left, the men on the ground looked at each other with expressions full of solemnity, completely dropping their previous cowardly act.