Xianhua Tales

How Did I Become The World-Destroying Evil Spirit's White Moonlight?

Translator: kara

ongoing Fantasy Mystery Romance

#Female Protagonist #Marriage #Beautiful Female Lead

[Couple Playing Along with Each Other + Sweet 1v1 Romance + Small Ensemble Cast + Cultivation + Episodic Mysteries] [Sadistic Evil Spirit Youth & Innocent-Looking, Scheming Drama Queen] Qiao Ying transmigrates into a cultivation novel, becoming the ghost-marriage bride whom Cen Yunyu, the world-destroying villain, killed in his backstory. Her story begins with a ghost marriage. The evil-spirit youth crawls out of a coffin, his long sword stained with blood, and massacres everyone present. Under the bright, cold moon, the youth stands amid a mountain of corpses, dressed in red with ink-black hair. His beauty is peerless, yet he is terrifying beyond measure. When Cen Yunyu looks at her with a half-smile, Qiao Ying knows she is finished. No cheat abilities. No system. Even worse. When the sword's edge presses against her throat, she can only cling to his leg and tell an outrageous lie: “I'm your future wife!” The youth's sword veers aside. * Cen Yunyu was born an evil spirit, a living embodiment of calamity, rejected by the entire world. Everyone fears and hates him, yet no one can kill him. After being sealed by an alliance between the righteous and demonic paths, he returns to the age of eighteen. A future wife? He loved her desperately? Heh— How did he not know about any of this? * Much, much later, Qiao Ying, who has genuinely married the world-destroying evil spirit, is left bewildered: How did their fake relationship become real? “What? You don't want to?” the youth asks with a half-smile. His peach-blossom eyes are as beautiful as black jade, yet carry a bone-chilling coldness. Qiao Ying immediately throws herself at him and hugs him. “I do, I do! Just put the sword down first. Don't massacre the city!”

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Playing the Villains in Old-School Angst Novels with My Ex-Husband [Quick Transmigration]

Translator: MJ

ongoing Transmigration Fantasy Romance

#Acting #Affair #Male Protagonist

One day, Guan Zhi and his unfortunate ex-husband, Di Gui, suddenly transmigrated together into a whole collection of old-school, angst-ridden romance novels. The problem was that neither of them had been assigned anything resembling a decent role. Every last role was a villain, and even the scripts seemed to radiate a malicious message: "You two aren't going to have a good time." Stranded in unfamiliar worlds, with only one person they knew beside them, it was hard not to feel a little awkward about the familiarity. As it turned out, in their very first world, their "illicit affair" was discovered, and they promptly won themselves a two-for-one death package. At least they learned from dying. When they opened their eyes in another world, Di Gui said with a grave expression, "...From now on, let's do our missions properly and stop fooling around, all right?" Guan Zhi didn't reply. He was staring straight at the faint outline of Di Gui's abs. After a long while, he muttered, "...What if we do it secretly?" Di Gui was silent for three seconds before nodding. "Fine. Secretly." And so these two ex-husbands set off on a chaotic journey through old-school angst novels, trying their hardest to play the villains along the way. Two villainous husbands who have been tormented so badly that they've become rebellious. System: "...How strange. Every move they make is clearly under our surveillance. Why does every world still collapse?" Guan Zhi: "Idiot", don't you know you have a feature called "Privacy: Do Not Disturb"?" System: "............" It had always thought humans were simply this". So this was when the two hosts held their discussions! No wonder they stripped off their clothes every time they met... The story of a pair of wicked husbands who completely wreck the worldlines. I'll throw any ideas that come to mind in here. World One: Republican-era opera-performer shou × playboy gong. World Two: Demon lord × demon lord. World Three: ............ Every pot has its matching lid.