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A person died in Chaotian City, drawing out all kinds of ox-demons and snake-gods (monsters and demons).
Zhu Hexing knew full well there were tigers in the mountains, yet he deliberately walked toward the tiger-infested mountain. Along the way, he met Shen Quebai a fair-skinned and beautiful little con artist with a sweet tongue who desperately wanted to send him down to the Yellow Springs.
Zhu Hexing harbored hidden conspiracies, and Shen Quebai carried malicious intentions. When they met on a narrow road, a clash was inevitable.
Shen Quebai was an abandoned child of a Marquis’s manor who had been exiled. Zhu Hexing’s ears and eyes reached all the way to the heavens, so he knew that Shen Quebai had already died a tragic death many years ago. However, when they met, Shen Quebai was clad in a magnificent red robe, his dance steps were exquisite, and he was a beautiful youth of ambiguous gender. Yet, he also drugged him and stabbed him in the heart he was a venomous scorpion with the ambition of an owl and the appearance of a crane.
Zhu Hexing was born into gold and jade, possessing a supreme appearance, but he was actually a sinister and brutal living Yama. Shen Quebai viewed him as a chess piece, holding a knife and waiting painstakingly, preparing to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face before making a move. However, when they met, Zhu Hexing’s breathtaking beauty could kill, he was noble and aloof, a true imperial dragon and phoenix. Yet, he also stripped Shen Quebai’s pants and kicked him in the groin he was a pungent, shameless bastard.
Zhu & Shen: It’s still better to just kill him off!
Yet, as fate would have it, an imperial decree of marriage descended from above, and the marriage contract bore both of their names stamped in gold ink.
On the bridal chamber wedding night, when the mandarin ducks were supposed to form a pair, Shen Quebai used a knife to rip open Zhu Hexing’s wedding robes. Pressing the tip of the blade against his heart, he said coquettishly, “Husband, come play.”
The wedding scale in Zhu Hexing’s hand was like a sharp prism, grinding and turning against Shen Quebai’s chest and abdomen as he said in a gentle tone, “To die beneath a beauty’s robes makes even a ghost’s life romantic.”
Zhu Hexing caught a wild magpie and placed it into his own nest of gold and jade.
While it fanned the flames and incited trouble everywhere, fearing that the world wasn’t chaotic enough, its own old house also caught fire, throwing its own footsteps into disarray. (Note: “Old house catching fire” is an idiom meaning an older or traditionally stoic person falling deeply in love for the first time.)
Zhu Hexing listened to its sorrowful cries and kissed its hot tears. He never expected that when it stripped off its beautiful skin and opened up its cold, hard chest and abdomen, what was embedded inside was actually the softest heart under heaven—the one most capable of tolerating his madness and saving his broken soul.
Zhu Hexing thought, this truly is an ambiguous knife, which has swung back and cut right into his own neck.
“Who is Shen Quebai?” “A dead person.” “A chess piece.” “A darling.”
