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Wei Wuxian snorts, but he leans himself up against Lan Wangji and accepts the bowl, resting it on his stomach. “You two seem like co-conspirators. Lan Zhan – be perceptive! Don’t believe everything she tells you. Qing-jie has no faith in me.”
Wei Wuxian snorts, but he leans himself up against Lan Wangji and accepts the bowl, resting it on his stomach. “You two seem like co-conspirators. Lan Zhan – be perceptive! Don’t believe everything she tells you. Qing-jie has no faith in me.”
“That’s not – please. If we send the Yiling Laozu away, remove his tainted influence, then the problem is solved! Fuqin – Jin-zongzhu – has proven himself an adept Chief Cultivator. How can we throw him away for nothing?”
“That’s not – please. If we send the Yiling Laozu away, remove his tainted influence, then the problem is solved! Fuqin – Jin-zongzhu – has proven himself an adept Chief Cultivator. How can we throw him away for nothing?”
(Saw similar pose and couldn't not do it for wangxian 😩💦💦💦💦💦)
#魔道祖师 #MDZS #WangXian #grandmasterofdemoniccultivation
(Saw similar pose and couldn't not do it for wangxian 😩💦💦💦💦💦)
#魔道祖师 #MDZS #WangXian #grandmasterofdemoniccultivation
He takes Lan Wangji’s hands and draws them downwards. Along the line of the collar of his shirt, the long, angled lapel. Until he reaches the ties, thin and white like the plumes of a crane. He presses Lan Wangji’s hands to his stomach, overtop the knot.
He takes Lan Wangji’s hands and draws them downwards. Along the line of the collar of his shirt, the long, angled lapel. Until he reaches the ties, thin and white like the plumes of a crane. He presses Lan Wangji’s hands to his stomach, overtop the knot.
Ridiculous short thought of normal, everyday modern lwj who accidentally summons a demon.
No, not that kind of demon.
Ridiculous short thought of normal, everyday modern lwj who accidentally summons a demon.
No, not that kind of demon.
"We are not so powerless. I will not surrender.”
Wei Wuxian lets out his breath in a soft sight. He leans forward, against Lan Wangji, nestles in beside him. “Lan Zhan. I have never once surrendered. But there’s a price to that. Such a price.”
"We are not so powerless. I will not surrender.”
Wei Wuxian lets out his breath in a soft sight. He leans forward, against Lan Wangji, nestles in beside him. “Lan Zhan. I have never once surrendered. But there’s a price to that. Such a price.”
- crossroads foundation: www.crossroads.org.hk/tai-po-fire/
- sheng kung hui welfare council: donation.skhwc.org.hk/en/fund-dona...
- crossroads foundation: www.crossroads.org.hk/tai-po-fire/
- sheng kung hui welfare council: donation.skhwc.org.hk/en/fund-dona...