Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Ni Qing was stunned for a long time before lowering her voice and shouting, "Are you crazy?"

Shen Zhaoshu said nonchalantly, "I've never been normal." Although he was always bullied, looked down upon, and feared, in some ways, what they said was indeed true.

Anyway, he had no attachments.

“Master, no one in this world is purely good. Why should the mere immortals consider themselves superior? Stay in the demon race; you are well-suited to this race.”

He spoke slowly, looking at Immortal Venerable Wangyue with a mocking gaze.

Ni Qing lowered her eyelashes: "I will not stay in the Demon Clan. If you take me away, the Immortal Clan will definitely not let you go. If you know what's good for you, let me leave here as soon as possible?"

"Leave?" He chuckled softly. "Do you really think those useless disciples of the Immortal Clan can quickly pinpoint your location? You actually expect them to?"

Ni Qing: "You shouldn't insult someone by revealing their weaknesses. You've gone too far..."

The weakness of the Immortal Clan is that they are weak in every aspect.

"Don't worry." He reached out and casually pinched her cheek. "When they arrive, I'll show you how they died a horrible death."

"The immortals are all mediocre in their skills. Since Master wants my demonic core to improve my cultivation, how could he be content to stay in a place like that?"

He looked puzzled.

Ni Qing raised an eyebrow: "How strong are you now?"

The black-robed youth replied lazily, "Tribulation Transcending Stage."

She was indeed a level above Ni Qing.

After leaving the Immortal Clan a year ago, he went through countless hardships and escaped death at every turn, but his cultivation process was still very slow. It wasn't until he was on the verge of death that he broke through the restriction his parents had placed in his body by chance.

Shen Zhaoshu didn't intend to say much, but simply raised his bleeding hand and set up a barrier around him: "Master, please rest well first. Your disciple will come to see you another day."

Ni Qing watched him leave with a blank expression.

As soon as Shen Zhaoshu left the hall, two people appeared around him, seemingly out of nowhere like ghosts.

"Your Highness." They clasped their hands in a gesture of respect.

These are his left and right protectors. One is a demon, and the other is a human, a fair-skinned boy of about fifteen or sixteen.

Left Protector: Xuan Yi; Right Protector: Xuan Zhu.

Xuan Yi, a member of the Demon Clan, lowered his head respectfully and asked, "Your Highness, the Immortal Clan disciples have not yet discovered our whereabouts. Shall we proceed with the original plan?"

Shen Zhaoshu smiled and said, "Make it as obvious as possible, I'm afraid they won't notice. Remember to tell me when there's any movement."

When the immortals fall into his illusion, he will make them wish they were dead. They were able to annihilate his demon race, and as the crown prince, he could also single-handedly kill the immortals.

This can be considered revenge for the destruction of the demon race, and it's only a matter of time before it's all over.

"Your Highness, your hand is injured." Xuan Zhu revealed his tiger teeth, showing no respect whatsoever, and even a hint of mockery. Upon hearing this, Xuan Yi broke out in a cold sweat.

Half a year ago, this audacious human appeared out of nowhere, as if he had appeared out of thin air. His personality was as bad as that of a demon, and he always spoke rudely to His Highness the Crown Prince.

Their prince is cruel and ruthless by nature; he had just had one of his subordinates cut into a thousand pieces for talking back.

It was a truly horrific execution; that person was sliced ​​into pieces in front of everyone.

This little human race, His Highness is always very tolerant of.

Shen Zhaoshu looked down at Xuanzhu, silently watching him, but finally let out a cold snort and said in a chilling voice, "Mind your own business, Xuanzhu. Don't think I wouldn't dare to kill you."

He recently reached the Tribulation Transcending stage, and his cultivation is extremely unstable. He often needs to go into seclusion to regulate his breathing, otherwise his demonic energy will become agitated.

Xuanzhu blinked and said "Oh".

He stopped paying attention to the left and right protectors and hurriedly left to cultivate.

"Xuanzhu! You really aren't afraid of death." Xuan Yi sneered, looking at the lowly human he despised. Xuanzhu's mouth would get him into trouble sooner or later.

If we get too close, we might burn other people.

Xuan Zhu, dressed in a black robe, looked innocent yet comical: "Yes." This angered Xuan Yi, who turned and left.

After everyone had left, he slowly climbed the willow tree in front of the hall. He had planted this willow tree himself, carefully tending to it until it grew tall and strong.

However, planting willow trees in front of the door is considered very unlucky; most willow branches are used to make funeral sticks. He openly cursed Shen Zhaoshu to death, yet the other party remained unmoved.

She always just looked at him with a sarcastic expression.

Xuan Zhu casually waved the willow branch, then suddenly stopped, a roguish smile playing on his lips. Why was His Highness the Crown Prince so concerned about this immortal? He had only heard from his subordinates that his name was something like the Immortal Venerable Wang Yue.

We haven't seen a single ghost of them yet, and they've been keeping them locked up in the Siqing Palace like a treasure.

He lightly leaped down from the willow tree, cheerfully arriving at the palace gate, and pushed it open without hesitation. The barrier set up by Shen Zhaoshu prevented anyone from entering or leaving, unless they possessed equal or higher cultivation levels than the caster.

The woman in white inside sat quietly in meditation.

Her skin was like porcelain, her eyelashes long and delicate, and she was resting with her eyes closed. Beneath her pert nose, her soft lips were excessively red, with tiny wounds on them, clearly from being bitten.

Black bamboo is quite rare.

Perhaps their prince is attracted to this person's appearance; if so, it would make sense.

As soon as he took a step in, the white-robed immortal suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp yet indifferent light brown eyes staring straight at him.

Hmm? A human?

How could there be humans among the demon race? Ni Qing was utterly puzzled.

Her deep eyes looked over, and she asked, "Who are you?"

He suddenly moved closer, his face less than ten centimeters from Ni Qing's. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving upwards to reveal his cute canine teeth, taking in Ni Qing's appearance without blinking.

Ni Qing pushed him away with disgust, feeling that this person's gaze was excessively intense and sticky, as if he were looking at something he owned, and his blatant possessiveness made her uncomfortable.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked, feigning sadness.

"You still haven't said who you are? How did you end up here?" The territory of the demon race is completely unsuitable for human habitation; if left unchecked, humans would be reincarnated sooner.

She asked, frowning.

The young boy's expression remained cheerful as he looked at Ni Qing with delight: "I am His Highness's Right Protector, my name is Xuanzhu. Do you remember me now?"

For some reason, he became unusually dependent on Ni Qing whenever he saw her.

He suddenly reached out and pressed his fingertips hard against Ni Qing's bright red, engorged lips, causing the wound to ooze sweet, metallic blood again.

He stared intently at her lips with a forced smile, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Did Shen Zhaoshu bite you?"

Ni Qing was dumbfounded. Was this Right Protector born with a rebellious streak? He actually dared to call his superior by his name.