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for the beloved chinese steampunk novel 杀破狼 (sha po lang)
Just seeing him lifted Gu Yun’s spirits.
December 6, 2025 at 10:28 PM
A smile spread across Chang Geng’s face unbidden as his mind wandered through the past. It seemed every one of his happy and warm memories had to do with Gu Yun.
December 6, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Rudely awakened from its pleasant dreams, the bird shivered at the chill and lashed out in anger. “Bastard, you’re freezing Daddy to death… Squawk…squawk squawk…good fortune to you! Beautiful flowers beneath a full moon! May the money come rolling in! May all your wishes come true!”
December 6, 2025 at 9:10 AM
“Did I wake you?” Gu Yun stroked his hand up the side of Chang Geng’s face, pressing light fingers to his temple.

There was no way Marshal Gu, Master of Romance, would say something so absurd as I’m thinking about my dad while lying in bed with his lover.
December 6, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Gu Yun had been born with an overprotective nature.

If he were to take personal attachments out of the equation and operate on pure feeling, perhaps the quality that moved him most powerfully was vulnerability.
December 5, 2025 at 6:10 PM
“What? That year I didn’t want to go out on New Year’s Eve because of all the people, didn’t you haul me outside in front of everyone just like this?”

“So,” Gu Yun said expressionlessly, “having experienced a reversal of fortune, you’re all lining up to get revenge on me today?”
December 5, 2025 at 9:08 AM
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started sha po lang and this is the only image in my head right now from the 30 pages I’ve read so far
December 4, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Gu Yun’s knees went weak the instant he stepped into his room, and he stumbled over to collapse on his couch. He had yet to remove his armor, and as he crashed down with a clang, half of his body went numb and the ceiling spun above his head. Gu Yun suspected he might never be able to get up again.
December 4, 2025 at 11:10 PM
“Stop pretending! Miss Chen has probably already reached the eighteen tribes’ domain. Things are such a mess over there…”

He was interrupted by the entrance of a figure in a conical bamboo hat.

Shen Yi fell silent.
December 4, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Chang Geng was exhausted in body and mind.

At the mention of Gu Yun, he grumbled to himself a few times before resolutely summoning the energy to call out, “Uncle Wang, it’s all right. If I’m hungry, I’ll go fetch some late-night snacks myself later this evening. Don’t mind me.”
December 4, 2025 at 7:43 AM
Chang Geng sipped a cup of herbal tea and slowly read Gu Yun’s personal letter from top to bottom three or four times, wishing to etch every word into his mind such that, even with his eyes closed, he could produce an exact replica with ink and paper.
December 3, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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this is the god of war they've been talking about
December 3, 2025 at 10:08 AM
Sha Po Lang #杀破狼 Cosplay, Alternative Ending:

Gu Yun dies on the battlefield, and the only thing that comes back to the capital is a pauldron, and a letter.

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【杀破狼cos短剧】心肝长庚,生死不强求 - 小红书
3 亿人的生活经验,都在小红书
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December 3, 2025 at 1:01 PM
"Besides, I owe you an apology," Gu Yun added, earnest.

"With a natural beauty like me hanging around, your chances at romance have been thwarted. After all these years, you're still single. Truly...tsk, I can't be sorry enough."
December 3, 2025 at 3:48 AM
He pressed closer, taking hold of Gu Yun’s chin. “Yifu, who are you calling?”

The word yifu seemed to jog Gu Yun’s memory. “Chang Geng,” he mumbled.
December 2, 2025 at 5:35 PM
“How are your eyes?” Gu Yun shook his head.

Shen Yi didn’t know if he was shaking his head to mean nothing’s wrong with them or not so good.

Figuring Gu Yun had no one at home to care for him, he instructed his driver to take them to his own estate.
December 2, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Shen Yi was beginning to suspect this bastard hadn’t summoned him from the northwest to share his worries at all.

He was just messing with him!
December 1, 2025 at 7:48 PM
Now, it turned out that the pedantic, poverty-stricken scholar next-door, whose hands were permanently stained by machine oil, was a general of the Black Iron Battalion.

Then what about Shiliu?
December 1, 2025 at 11:18 AM
“No one knows what they’re capable of when backed into a corner, so don’t lower your guard under any circumstances. Cai-lao is getting on in years and He Ronghui is too hotheaded. Jiping, you’re the only one I can count on here.”
November 30, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Gu Yun had always treated the wu’ergu as merely a strange barbarian poison, and never seemed to take Chang Geng’s “little problem” seriously.

He rarely spoke of it, and never showed any concern in front of Chang Geng.

So he…was actually worrying about it all this time?
November 30, 2025 at 10:40 AM
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chang geng btw
November 29, 2025 at 3:14 AM
“Young folks like you ought to wear bright colors and live extravagantly. It’s not like you’re going to become a monk—what are you meditating for?”
November 29, 2025 at 5:10 PM
No matter how magnanimous and considerate his nature, such an existence was bound to transform him into a stray dog with its tail tucked between its legs.

Even if he desperately yearned for human warmth, he would still reject it again and again out of fear.
November 29, 2025 at 4:45 AM
Xu Ling could’ve prostrated himself in worship of Chang Geng.

At this point, if Prince Yan so much as farted, he would trust it unconditionally. He immediately left to carry out his instructions.
November 28, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Gu Yun shut his mouth.

The room went silent, and the two who had originally been conversing by screaming into each other’s ears switched to rapid sign language.
November 28, 2025 at 12:43 PM