Summary
I transmigrated into the Master who abused the male lead. The original host was vicious and ruthless, skinning the male lead, pulling out his tendons, and cutting off his dragon horns, all to refine him into a Shiquan Dabu Pill. The System said that in the end, the male lead would fall and become a demonic dragon, then refine me into a pill. By the time I arrived, the male lead had already been tortured by the original host for a full hundred years. Me: Looks like I’m pill material now. I quietly waited for the day the plot would arrive. But instead, I saw the male lead, eyes red, take a small, crystal-clear egg from his arms. “Master, I have your child.” “Could you… be a little nicer to me?”