After I Faked My Death, My Demon Lord Disciple Wanted Me Back
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Synopsis
I transmigrated as the Male Lead’s malicious, high-maintenance Master, and then I faked my death to escape.
I used to mock and ridicule him, bossing him around with every breath.
Eventually, my conscience got the better of me, and I took a fatal sword strike meant for him.
Even as I was dying, I couldn’t stop being a drama queen:
“This hurts like hell. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have blocked it for you. I hate you most of all!”
Then, I successfully faked my death and left that world.
By the time I transmigrated back, three hundred years had already passed.
Amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a pair of blood-stained hands cupped my cheeks.
My disciple, now the Demon Lord, embraced me from behind.
“Master, could you act spoiled with me again…?”