In the novel, the female lead, Rou Yuerao, was a delicate and an attractive good luck charm. She only had to stand in place and fruit that just happened to be perfectly ripe would fall from a tree and into her hand. Pheasants and rabbits would automatically rush into her arms and obediently wait to be eaten.
Originally, this setting would be very fun to read, but unfortunately, ZhaZha Mu was a poor writer. Under her writing, Rou Yuerao degenerated into a person that couldn’t do anything for herself and would cry at the drop of a hat.
As for the novel’s male lead, his name was Lu Ziran. He was the Wind Lion Tribe’s most handsome and strongest young lion demon. In the future, he would become a cool, wild, powerful, and insufferably arrogant demon king.
This would have been good, but the author insisted on adding a “warm-hearted demon” buff to Lu Ziran so that he would grant every one of Rou Yuerao’s requests and show her meticulous care. At the same time, he couldn’t resist caring for other women that needed his help.
The male lead and the female lead had a very convoluted relationship trajectory. It was exceptionally melodramatic and contrived.
As for the supporting female character that had the same name as her, “Ruan Qiuqiu” was only a tool who ended up sacrificing her life because of the male lead and female lead’s sadomasochistic relationship.
For all those mentioned reasons, when Ruan Qiuqiu saw that the supporting female character, who had refused to marry and had died tragically in the beast tide to save the male lead, only for the male lead and female lead to kiss and say honeyed words of love right next to her corpse, she couldn’t take it anymore. She flung the book away.
Not only did she toss that book away off her bed, she had stomped on it and cursed, “This author is poisonous.”
As a result, when she woke up, she had transmigrated into that novel.
Ruan Qiuqiu: “…”
Looking at the tall lion demons, who were looking impatient, Ruan Qiuqiu closed her eyes tightly and fiercely pinched herself.
She hoped that when she opened her eyes again, she would return to the small home she had rented.
In the post-apocalyptic world, she had a low-level water ability, and her life was difficult. She could only make a living selling the water she created. She had no authority or power and only a few contribution points. It was a calm and indifferent life where she didn’t strive to better her situation.
Even so, she didn’t want to transmigrate into this melodramatic fantasy novel that was even more dangerous than the post-apocalyptic world! She didn’t want to transmigrate into a cannon fodder that was on the precipice of a tragic death!
However, Heaven’s will didn’t follow people’s hopes. Ruan Qiuqiu felt the clear pinch of pain on her wrist. She was so cold that her teeth were chattering. Everything felt so vivid and real.
Accepting her fate, she opened her eyes. The scene from before hadn’t changed at all. The chilly cave, the delicate and beautiful female lead, and the oppressive aura from the lion demons that were waiting for her answer.
Seeing that Ruan Qiuqiu was keeping silent and didn’t look as if she was willing to marry the evil wolf demon, Rou Yuerao was slightly worried.
Ruan Qiuqiu and her were the only two single women of the appropriate age in the Wind Lion Tribe.
If Ruan Qiuqiu wasn’t willing to marry the crippled and disfigured wolf demon, she might have to marry him for the sake of the tribe.
But, she wasn’t willing. Rou Yuerao clenched her hands. She had already fallen in love with the tribe’s most handsome and powerful warrior, Lu Ziran.
He was a tall and powerful lion demon.
He was robust and handsome, and he treated her very well. She already had her heart set on him. It couldn’t be changed. How could she marry another demon? Moreover, the other party was a disfigured wolf demon that had personality issues.
Love was selfish. For love, no matter what, she couldn’t marry that wolf demon
If she didn’t want to marry, then Ruan Qiuqiu had to marry that wolf demon.
Rou Yuerao sneakily glanced at Ruan Qiuqiu. Biting her pink lip, she said, “Qiuqiu, we’re both humans. I can understand how you’re feeling.”
Looking at Ruan Qiuqiu, Rou Yuerao softly said, “It is a bit scary to marry a demon, but I heard the Fire Wolf Tribe’s previous chief is seriously injured and on his deathbed. If you marry him, he most likely won’t be able to do anything to you. Once he… dies. We’ll come get you.”