“Se … Senior Xin!” Fu Min looked up from Fu Heng’s shoulder with reddened eyes.
Xin Lan sighed. He didn’t want to spend even more time on this troublesome thing. “Look, I don’t like you. So why don’t you just try to treasure what you already have?”
Both Fu Min’s and Fu Heng’s hands shook. Wasn’t this a little too direct?
Fu Min cleared his throat. “That … That’s not it. I just … You might not remember but you saved my life once.”
“Mn.” Xin Lan indeed couldn’t remember but if he had done so, then it had been for his Master. If he wanted him to save someone, then he would naturally do so.
“So if there’s anything I can do … I still haven’t repaid you.” He pursed his lips and continued to cling to Fu Heng. Continue reading
The fallen god whirled around, his black robe fluttering around him, and dashed in front of Xin Lan, his fingers curling around his throat. “Look at you! Don’t you feel ashamed?”
Xin Lan frowned. He didn’t have time for this. He had to free those two and return to Jin Ling’s side before he could make trouble. His Master wasn’t safe as long as Jin Ling ran to the Yun Zou Sect all the time.
He reached up and grabbed the fallen god’s wrist in return. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“Nothing to do with me?” The fallen god paused but his grasp didn’t loosen in the slightest. “Then what does it have to do with you?” He pulled Xin Lan forward and turned to face the cell. “Look at that! They could be such a lovely couple. But here you are, trying to break them up. Why would you?” Continue reading
[Yuan Jing and Kang Lei rolled around on the floor, fists flying in every direction and kicks being sent the other way. Both of them were growling, neither willing to retreat even a single inch.
“Damned bastard! What do you think you were doing to Ah Min?!” This was actually Major Yuan who had adopted Kang Lei’s way of calling Nangong Min. Well, it was cute in his opinion so he didn’t see any issue with that. Rather he felt that this shameless bastard who had forced himself on the other cadet didn’t have any right to call him that way.
Kang Lei roared back at him. “See who’s talking! You were the one who was laying his fucking hands on Ah Min after he disturbed us!” Continue reading
Never before in his life had the Fate’s Scribe Shun Tao felt frustrated because the passage of time was different in the mortal and immortal realms. But on this day he dearly wished that Heaven would just send lightning, aligning both realms and giving him a little more time to finish his task.
But however much he wished for it something like that wouldn’t happen. His lips tightened into a straight line Shun Tao took a cookie and bit into it.
Mn. Hong Bao’s cookies were the only good thing about this whole mess. Continue reading
Jing Yi hurried back to the shrub where he had hidden when his father took him to the forest. He sat down and looked around as if waiting for the old man to appear.
Qiu Ling observed him from behind, sighed and transformed once again. His perfect plan had been thwarted. He had to get it back on track! And … he had to tell Jing Yi that waiting in the forest like this wouldn’t be of help if he was looking for a person. Who knew if a normal passer-by would still be there after a whole day?
“Oh!” Qiu Ling stopped hiding his presence and like the day before, he bent down and peered into the shrub. “What’s in there today? A little animal?” Continue reading
Mei Chao Bing’s hands lifted involuntarily as if hugging this little rabbit to his chest was the normal thing to do. He stopped himself though and his hands remained awkwardly hanging in the air while a certain someone clung to him.
His lips parted. He should say something, shouldn’t he? But what was he to say? Why had his little junior even come? And why was he so flustered? His fingers tugged into Mei Chao Bing’s robe and his frantic heartbeat couldn’t be missed. Something was up.
Well, the first thing should be to calm him down …
Mei Chao Bing hesitated but finally, one of his hands landed on Yun Bei Fen’s head and gently patted him. “There, there. You’re looking as if the sky would come crashing down any moment now. What got you so flustered?” Continue reading
“Your … Your Majesty.” Shun Tao gulped again and slowly lifted his head. He didn’t even spare a glance at the man next to the Heavenly Emperor and instead focused all his attention on that serious face.
Oh no, it’s over. He knows. Or even if he doesn’t know, he will soon.
Shun Tao lightly coughed and stood up from the ground, switching into a proper bow. Cold sweat grazed his brow. “Fate’s scribe, Shun Tao, greets His Majesty, Tianjun.”
“Mn.” The Heavenly Emperor motioned for him to get up, then nodded towards the courtyard. “Fate’s scribe, what are you doing here?” His lips still twitched, trying to raise into a grin. But, ah, he should try to uphold his mighty image. Continue reading
Qiu Ling lifted his hand, his magic surged and his robes once again seemed to change form. This time they didn’t look like the robes of a Daoist cultivator though. Instead, they seemed like the clothes the ordinary people in the countryside wore because they were convenient to move around in. If one didn’t look at the face, Qiu Ling might have been one of the men from the surrounding villages. Well, and one should also ignore the fact that there wasn’t even a single speck of dust on his clothes which certainly wasn’t normal.
After the trouble from the last time, Qiu Ling considered these problems. He couldn’t do anything about the dirt since his beloved hated it but with another wave of his hand, he changed the rest of his appearance. His long hair turned as white as snow and his body aged until his face was scrunched up in wrinkles. Continue reading
At the same time, the fallen god in the demon realm curled up his lips. It could hardly be called a smile though. There was no expression in his dark eyes and nothing else but the angle at which the corners of his lips were raised changed.
“How pitiful you are. Imprisoned in the demon realm.” He raised his hand and his fingers curled around the bars of the cell. “How about I liberate you?”
Fu Heng gritted his teeth and pulled Fu Min closer to his chest, incessantly stroking his hair as if that alone might suffice to make sure nothing would happen. He knew that there was no hope though.
This was a fallen god. You couldn’t beat them, you couldn’t argue with them, you couldn’t appeal to them. After all, most of them had already lost their sanity when they fell.
In fact, staying silent would be the best choice. That way they at least wouldn’t aggravate him. He might kill them fast, without letting them suffer too much. Continue reading
Jinde’s expression twisted and he burrowed deeper into Leng Jin Yu’s arms. Ah, that day … it had been the worst day of his life. Before that time he had always been able to find some kind of excuse, some kind of explanation that could make him feel better.
Leng Jin Yu pulled him up against his chest and gently stroked his back. “I’m sorry. The things I did in my past life …” He sighed and shook his head. What use was there in apologizing? All of that was long done. Whatever he said it wouldn’t change anything about the pain Jinde had suffered.
“It’s not your fault. Nothing ever was. From the very beginning, we were played. That woman … she was from the demons. Or more precisely she was one of the wives of the demon king.”
Leng Jin Yu frowned. “Then how could —” Continue reading