After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus

In the first year of the Demon Calendar, you came to Tushan alone with your sword, facing tens of thousands of demon immortals without flinching, all for the sake of seeing a fox demon.

To show your sincerity, you only defended and did not attack, trekking all the way to the mountain peak. When you finally met the fox demon, you were covered in blood, like a candle flickering in the wind...

You lay in a pool of blood, murmuring her name... Tu Shan Han Su.

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There are also special CGs?

Who is Tu Shan Han Su? Is she a fox demon?

Zhang Chen's mind was a little slow to process what was happening. When he looked up again, the owner of the voice had instantly teleported right in front of him.

The other person's shadow gradually enveloped him, and a chilling coldness crept into his heart.

As if deliberately showing it off to him, the girl stood up straight, graceful and elegant, exuding a dignified and refined air.

At the same time... she was holding a sword in her hand.

Are you kidding me... These days, do people still carry swords for self-defense?

"A blind date," the girl emphasized repeatedly.

"OK..."

Zhang Chen swallowed hard and scrutinized the other person's face.

"..."

His eyes met the girl's clear, autumn-water-like gaze.

He paused for a moment, then looked away, astonished that someone could be so indescribably beautiful.

"Well... if it's a blind date, I'd like you to introduce yourself: your age, name, occupation, hobbies, etc..."

"Ah."

The aloof girl simply hummed in agreement and placed the sword in her hand on the table.

Zhang Chen was startled by this action, but he maintained his professional ethics and asked with a smile:

"Um, may I ask how old you are?"

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-four years old".

"?"

Zhang Chen was embarrassed and wanted to complain, but he held back. "He's quite young, only a little over a thousand years older than me."

Do you have any preferences?

"He enjoys killing."

"..."

Don't be ridiculous, you must be joking.

So... what's your name?

"Bah!"

The sword was drawn, its cold gleam flashing.

The sharp blade gleamed with a terrifyingly cold light, and faint traces of blood clung to it, as it was held against Zhang Chen's neck.

The strong smell of blood almost suffocated him.

I was so scared I cried.

Drawing a sword just because you ask someone's name? That's not how Ga La Ge Mu Li works.

Chapter 2: The Fox Fairy, Cold on the Outside but Inwardly...

The sword's edge was within reach.

Zhang Chen immediately realized that this celestial beauty was the "they" his master had mentioned, and also the "Tu Shan Han Su" described in the system.

That old man, he's really done a terrible job! Monsters want to kill him the moment they see him. What good are goji berries?!

Would making him harder make him easier to turn into a specimen after he's killed?!

I'm going to die... I'm going to die...

Death is like pregnancy; everyone knows you've died, but nobody knows how many times you've gone through it.

Zhang Chen didn't want to die.

He is still Chu Nan.

He also has a girl he secretly loves.

There are still browsing records that haven't been deleted.

There are still unfinished corners for Mu to explore.

I haven't confirmed receipt of the gentle catgirl I ordered online yet.

Is this the revolving lantern display at the moment of death?

"You are not him."

The girl's murderous words pulled Zhang Chen back to reality.

"He said he would never forget me."

"Get out of his body."

The aloof girl spoke in a cold voice, her hand gripping the sword hilt trembling slightly, tears welling up in her eyes sliding down onto the blade.

Tears turned into teardrops, trembling with the movement of the sword. To Zhang Chen's astonishment, as they trembled, the girl's teardrops transformed into pearls.

It landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhang Chen's extensive experience with wood told him that the more extreme a beautiful girl's emotions are, the easier it is to win her over.

Although the information provided by the system was quite inexplicable, as a master of woodworking, he was still able to roughly deduce some of the background.

First of all, the moment I asked her name, this pretty girl threatened to kill me. And now she's saying... she's not anyone.

So... the key point is not just the name, but more importantly... the other person mistook him for an unknown person.

Regardless of whether I am that person or not, I can only pretend to remember for now.

read this.

Zhang Chen suddenly raised his hand, placed it on the sword, and stared intently at his opponent.

The murderous intent in the girl's eyes intensified:

"open."

Look, you're in a hurry again.

“You are that one from Tushan…” Zhang Chen sighed, feigning melancholy.

"I remember..."

Upon hearing this, the girl loosened her grip on her wrist, which was already not very strong, and the sword that was close to Zhang Chen's neck slipped away.

The sword fell to the ground, but the girl did not bend down to pick it up.

There is still hope.

"Tu Shan Han Su," Zhang Chen said softly, "Is that right?"

Tu Shan Han Su staggered back two steps, her face stiff and cold, clearly still suspicious.

"I'm sorry, I've lost some of my memories, and I can't remember much else," he added.

Zhang Chen bent down, picked up the sword from the ground, opened the drawer, took out a crumpled tissue, and carefully wiped the sword.

"But even if I forget the whole world, I will never forget you."

When Zhang Chen said those words, he frantically tried to suppress the corners of his mouth.

He learned this phrase from Ga La to Mu Li, but he never expected it to be so awkward to say it in real life.

The "rustic" aspect.

However, the opponent is an ancient demon with a backstory, so the more extreme the approach, the more effective it will be, right?

Being gentle is a magic bullet; surely that should raise your favorability rating...

"Stop wiping."

However, Tu Shan Han Su stared at the tissue Zhang Chen was using to wipe his sword, frowning as she reminded him, completely ignoring his cheesy pickup line.

Zhang Chen glanced at the crumpled paper in his hand and remembered something.

Holy crap.

At eighteen, I received my first cell transplant in Southeast Asia.

I'm just kidding. It's not paper from the Spring and Autumn Period, nor is it from the State of Lu. It wasn't printed.

It's just simply crumpled.

Zhang Chen smiled憨厚ly and handed the sword back to the other party.

Tu Shan Hansu pursed her lips, took the sword, pulled out a chair and sat down reluctantly, her tone softening slightly:

"What else...do you remember?"

What do I remember...? I don't remember anything. All I want is to live.

“You are a monster,” Zhang Chen said with certainty, his arms crossed.

There was no other way; the information available was too limited, so he could only probe little by little.

“I am not.” Tu Shan Han Su lowered her eyes slightly. “A monster is a monster, and a fairy is a fairy.”

Is there any fundamental difference between monsters and fairies? Does that mean anything that looks good is a fairy?

Outrageous!

Which snobbish person, whose values ​​are dictated by physical appearance, decided on this setting full of vulgar content?!