After Turning Into a Cub, I Became Everyone’s Favorite

The demon race, which hadn’t seen a newborn in a century, finally found their long-lost cub. As a mixed-breed species, Lu Congxing’s bloodline was highly unstable—every time he woke up, he was a completely different creature. The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs told him that the only way to stabilize his humanoid form was to have close contact with a powerful demon with a stable bloodline. Lu Congxing, steadfast and unyielding, flatly refused. He was someone who could punch a ghost to death—how could he possibly rely on acting cute to survive? Especially in front of his sworn enemy! That night, he stared at his own fluffy little paws in deep contemplation. The soft, pink pads weren’t even strong enough to land a hit on a ghost. Steadfast and unyielding? More like adaptable and flexible. Lu Congxing immediately packed his things and moved in across from his sworn enemy, He Zhouyan. With great reluctance, he exposed his soft little belly for some petting. . . . . . As the last surviving Bai Ze in the world, He Zhouyan had always had terrible luck with animals. Yet recently, strange little creatures kept throwing themselves at him, even when he was just walking down the street. Staring at the fluffy thing sprawled at his feet, belly up once again, He Zhouyan hesitantly reached out… . . . . . One day, Lu Congxing, injured and transformed into a tiny piglet, was picked up off the street by He Zhouyan and brought home. On the outside, Lu Congxing played the part of an obedient little cub, but inside, he was furiously roasting this detestable man—criticizing everything from his fashion sense to his character. What he didn’t know was that, as a Bai Ze, He Zhouyan had an unpredictable passive ability: the power to hear the thoughts of all living beings. Looking at the adorable little piglet in his arms, He Zhouyan chuckled and mused, “Hmm… I bet it would make a great stew.” Little piglet Xing: !!!