The line whips and shivers, and Lan Wangji realises that at the end of the cord the decoyed hook is intended to look like an insect landing on the water’s surface. Wei Wuxian manipulates it seemingly effortlessly, whipping it back and forth with long, smooth movements.
The line whips and shivers, and Lan Wangji realises that at the end of the cord the decoyed hook is intended to look like an insect landing on the water’s surface. Wei Wuxian manipulates it seemingly effortlessly, whipping it back and forth with long, smooth movements.
“You called me a true friend,” says Lan Wangji, jaw stiff, the joint grinding against his ear. “Wei Ying. I have none truer. There is no one else I would do this for. Is that not enough?”
He knows without waiting what the answer will be, though.
“You called me a true friend,” says Lan Wangji, jaw stiff, the joint grinding against his ear. “Wei Ying. I have none truer. There is no one else I would do this for. Is that not enough?”
He knows without waiting what the answer will be, though.
MDZS (PWP): Baby You Can Drive My Car:
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MDZS (PWP): Baby You Can Drive My Car:
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They cannot ask their own wise men, Lan Wangji reflects, as they walk home along a muddy road. But they can ask the Yiling Laozu. They have nothing to lose.
And so the rumours spread. The Yiling Laozu has unnatural knowledge. The Yiling Laozu can help.
They cannot ask their own wise men, Lan Wangji reflects, as they walk home along a muddy road. But they can ask the Yiling Laozu. They have nothing to lose.
And so the rumours spread. The Yiling Laozu has unnatural knowledge. The Yiling Laozu can help.
So, while Wei Wuxian stares, shocked, he lifts a cup of wine to his lips and tosses it back. It burns on his tongue, in his throat. Licks and scrapes at him. He plunks the cup down on the wooden table, looking into the clear, shimmering liquid lining the bottom.
So, while Wei Wuxian stares, shocked, he lifts a cup of wine to his lips and tosses it back. It burns on his tongue, in his throat. Licks and scrapes at him. He plunks the cup down on the wooden table, looking into the clear, shimmering liquid lining the bottom.
“How can Hanguang-jun worry about one such as myself? I’m shu – surely beneath his notice,” he jokes.
“I notice,” he says, helplessly. Wei Wuxian beams up at him, as if the words were a gift, a long-withheld present.
“How can Hanguang-jun worry about one such as myself? I’m shu – surely beneath his notice,” he jokes.
“I notice,” he says, helplessly. Wei Wuxian beams up at him, as if the words were a gift, a long-withheld present.
Wei Wuxian sits up, now, putting down the hollow jug with a clink of pottery. “Fear? Lan Zhan – no. Nnno no no. I won’t ever harm you. Never. Or those I raise – them also. You have my word. Promise. My honour.”
Wei Wuxian sits up, now, putting down the hollow jug with a clink of pottery. “Fear? Lan Zhan – no. Nnno no no. I won’t ever harm you. Never. Or those I raise – them also. You have my word. Promise. My honour.”
Wei Wuxian smiles. “No. My apologies. Hanguang-jun, esteemed cultivator, precious and handsome gege. I will show you all due respect.” He bows over a mocking salute.
Lan Zhan looks down at him, his mouth soft. “Wei Ying is free to treat me as he would.”
Wei Wuxian smiles. “No. My apologies. Hanguang-jun, esteemed cultivator, precious and handsome gege. I will show you all due respect.” He bows over a mocking salute.
Lan Zhan looks down at him, his mouth soft. “Wei Ying is free to treat me as he would.”
Anyhoo, MDZS ch 5 up tomorrow...
Anyhoo, MDZS ch 5 up tomorrow...
Like this, he looks like the Yiling Laozu of legend, of nightmare. His purse lined with coins and curses, stitched together with screams.
And then he smiles at Lan Wangji, and he is just himself again.
Like this, he looks like the Yiling Laozu of legend, of nightmare. His purse lined with coins and curses, stitched together with screams.
And then he smiles at Lan Wangji, and he is just himself again.
"If Wei-gongzi can reduce that suffering, he will have earned his place here.”
Lan Wangji lifts his head, mulish. “He is not a salve, to be prescribed. The sects want his obedience. But he is not a dog to heel to their command.”
"If Wei-gongzi can reduce that suffering, he will have earned his place here.”
Lan Wangji lifts his head, mulish. “He is not a salve, to be prescribed. The sects want his obedience. But he is not a dog to heel to their command.”
In the coffin, something fidgets.
In the coffin, something moans.
In the coffin, something shakes, rattles, cries.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t move.
In the coffin, something fidgets.
In the coffin, something moans.
In the coffin, something shakes, rattles, cries.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t move.
Lan Wangji wants to call out to him, now. To tell him he doesn’t have to do this, doesn’t have to be this. This evil, this darkness.
But he does. Because Lan Wangji, Hanguang-jun, Second Jade of Gusu, couldn’t find a single other way to bring him and his people home in one piece.
Lan Wangji wants to call out to him, now. To tell him he doesn’t have to do this, doesn’t have to be this. This evil, this darkness.
But he does. Because Lan Wangji, Hanguang-jun, Second Jade of Gusu, couldn’t find a single other way to bring him and his people home in one piece.
(Subquery: is someone using AI to write ANTI AI comments??? XD)
(Subquery: is someone using AI to write ANTI AI comments??? XD)
Lan Wangji looks back, lip curled mulishly. Wei Wuxian laughs, lighter this time.
“Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan. So offended on my behalf. Don’t be. Let’s go find another shop, and you can subject yourself to my bartering habits before I spend your money.”
Lan Wangji looks back, lip curled mulishly. Wei Wuxian laughs, lighter this time.
“Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan. So offended on my behalf. Don’t be. Let’s go find another shop, and you can subject yourself to my bartering habits before I spend your money.”
“Lan Zhan. You can’t just offer things like that to a feckless youth such as myself. What if I take advantage of you? What if I exploit your generosity to buy mountains of silk, bushels of leather? Hm?”
“Not a concern,” says Lan Wangji.
“Lan Zhan. You can’t just offer things like that to a feckless youth such as myself. What if I take advantage of you? What if I exploit your generosity to buy mountains of silk, bushels of leather? Hm?”
“Not a concern,” says Lan Wangji.
“Lan Zhan tells me you want me to raise the dead. I have a hard time believing the cultivators who exiled me for my diabolical methods would be so accepting.”
Jin Guangshan straightens. “Like everything, Wei Wuxian, perfection lies in moderation."
“Lan Zhan tells me you want me to raise the dead. I have a hard time believing the cultivators who exiled me for my diabolical methods would be so accepting.”
Jin Guangshan straightens. “Like everything, Wei Wuxian, perfection lies in moderation."
“Wei Ying. The sects have sent me to make an offer. If you accept, they will allow the Wen Remnants to go where they choose and resettle there, without harm or harassment.”
“Wei Ying. The sects have sent me to make an offer. If you accept, they will allow the Wen Remnants to go where they choose and resettle there, without harm or harassment.”
Jin Guangshan straightens. "We will have no armies of fierce corpses, no walking undead to plague us. But when an innocent dies before their time, when proper petition is made to the sect leaders, we will turn to you. And you will oblige by making them whole – not a puppet, not a toy. Whole.”
Jin Guangshan straightens. "We will have no armies of fierce corpses, no walking undead to plague us. But when an innocent dies before their time, when proper petition is made to the sect leaders, we will turn to you. And you will oblige by making them whole – not a puppet, not a toy. Whole.”
“But who among us, I wonder, is willing to do it? Inviting the Yiling Laozu into our home is opening a doorway for the devil.”
In the silence of the room, Lan Wangji swallows.
“I will do it,” he says.
“But who among us, I wonder, is willing to do it? Inviting the Yiling Laozu into our home is opening a doorway for the devil.”
In the silence of the room, Lan Wangji swallows.
“I will do it,” he says.
They’re walking, Wei Wuxian refusing to ride his sword, or even carry it. Just a flute, his ghost magic and a pair of worn shoes. “Oh? And how far beyond? Lan Zhan, give a li and I’ll thieve a thousand,” he says. It’s meant to be a threat; it sounds to Lan Wangji like a promise.
They’re walking, Wei Wuxian refusing to ride his sword, or even carry it. Just a flute, his ghost magic and a pair of worn shoes. “Oh? And how far beyond? Lan Zhan, give a li and I’ll thieve a thousand,” he says. It’s meant to be a threat; it sounds to Lan Wangji like a promise.
“I don’t think he can walk,” says a warm voice in his ear. He cranes his head to the side. He knows who this is. He does.
“Apparently not,” agrees Adrian. He gives a small, unimpressed sigh.
“Of course I can walk,” replies Trevor.
He can't.
“I don’t think he can walk,” says a warm voice in his ear. He cranes his head to the side. He knows who this is. He does.
“Apparently not,” agrees Adrian. He gives a small, unimpressed sigh.
“Of course I can walk,” replies Trevor.
He can't.