After I Became the Second Male Lead's Dodder Vine - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When I first transmigrated here, I was dazed and clueless, and I blundered into the territories of many powerful demons.

Yu Zi’an could only grab me by the scruff, teaching me bit by bit how to recognize demonic aura.

When he mentioned this cliff, his expression turned grave.

“There are many powerful demons down there who have fallen into madness. Poisonous miasma and demonic barriers linger there year-round. Go in, and it’s a dead end.”

He made a face to scare me. “A tender little demon like you? They wouldn’t even wash you first. They’d swallow you raw in one bite!”

This was the Demon Realm, where the strong preyed on the weak. These demons really did eat others raw.

Ever since then, I had avoided this cliff like the plague.

I never imagined that, through some cruel twist of fate, I would end up dying here.

I could no longer hold on and blacked out completely.

The fierce winds below the cliff howled bitterly, blowing me to who knew where. It was not until a sky-piercing reek of blood dragged back a shred of my consciousness.

Under me… seemed to be a person.

He looked even worse off than I was. There was a huge hole in his chest, his bright-red heart exposed to the air, his breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.

I moved the few branches I had left.

The pitiful amount of demonic power I had could not keep me alive long enough to escape, but if I used it on this person, perhaps I could save his life.

Anyway… even if I lived, I would still be a parasitic demon, forever trapped under someone else’s control, just like today.

I barely forced down the bitterness in my heart.

Then I spent the last of my demonic power and poured it into the wound of the person beneath me.

Chapter 5

I thought I would never have the chance to wake again.

But after who knew how long, I opened my eyes and found myself wrapped around a monk.

The monk lightly touched my branches and leaves. His voice was like ice dropping into spring water. “Awake?”

I stared up blankly and met a pair of golden eyes, so beautiful they seemed to hold the light of Buddha within them.

Farther up was his gleaming bald head.

In that flash of lightning, something streaked through my mind.

Golden-Eyed Monk. Peach Blossom Demon…

I finally remembered. I had transmigrated into a book about a pampered Peach Blossom Demon adored by everyone.

And this monk before me should be the Male Lead, Dao Chen.

The Male Lead!

I had just escaped the wolf’s den, only to enter the tiger’s lair.

I whipped around and tried to pull my legs free so I could climb down from the Male Lead, but the instant I moved, I heard the man suck in a sharp breath.

As if he were enduring some immense pain.

I hesitated and looked back, only to discover that my vines were spread all across his chest, while my roots were firmly planted in his beating heart.

Trying to leave was no different from tearing at his heart.

I hurriedly apologized. “I didn’t mean to parasitize you. I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened either…”

Dao Chen reached out and tapped my leaves, interrupting my incoherent rambling. His face was calm and detached.

“This humble monk knows. It was this humble monk who allowed the benefactor to parasitize him.”

He lowered his eyes and saw the dried red bloodstains on my leaves, then smiled. “It is this humble monk’s fault. I have dirtied the benefactor.”

He carried me to the streamside, scooped up handful after handful of water, and poured it over me.

Cool stream water fell onto my tender green leaves as he lowered his head and carefully scrubbed each leaf clean.

A little uncomfortable, I curled up slightly.

Was the Male Lead always this familiar with strangers?

Dao Chen looked at the clean little vine, and a trace of amusement passed through his eyes.