#Nie zhenxiang

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Hello, that's what this Mouse does when she wakes up randomly and takes notes on the phone for ideas. (the note was "long lived Mingjue living young and finding wrh after time." it's not my best note at 3 am actually... But it had potential, in that moment.)

Would that idea work? Who knows... Not me now for sure.... I don't even know where it wants to go...

Sometimes years merged together in a blur of days that went by one after the other, always the same as the one before. The hidden shrine in the mountains around Qinghe kept him safe for long, for many long years and sometimes he wondered what it would be, to never come out again, to live there as a God no one prayed to, as an immortal above the tribulations of mortal living. Alone.

That. That was the problem. He was alone. And he was bored. His sword called for fights greater than fend off lost spirits who ended up in their shrine by accident, spirits who had done nothing wrong and did not deserve that fate. But the loneliness and seclusion twisted his mind and his sword. It twisted his heart and tainted the purity of the shrine until he was no more a forgotten God but one with the spirit in his sword. A demon wearing the fair face of a human. But still a demon with a heart, beating and capable of choosing his own path. And the spirit he become one with, the one residing in his loyal sword was bored too and let him choose. - because even for a demon she was kind to those she cared for, and she cared. -

Nie zhenxiang was surprised the day he met him, dressed in the gray robes of the Nie sect, a saber strapped on his back and hair braided the same way he taught his only son. They stared at each other in silence, both deciding what to do put of that meeting. Until the Nie sect leader spoke.

"you're the immortal living in the mountain, right?"

The immortal blinked. What gave him away exactly? People of Qinghe all forgot about him, or so he thought for many years.

"you can come to the unclean realm with me. I can find you a place... Some clothes, these look like they've seen better days."

And he laughed with an ease and innocence the immortal forgot about mortals.

"I ruled, once." he said, slowly, and showed him a silver fan, a symbol of his ruling days, something, he realized, the Nie sect carried on, judging the fan in the man's hand. The new sect leader nodded.

"I know. I've read the stories, the legends about the mountains, and about you. - he stopped, smile faltering for a moment and he scratched his head. - we can't really say you're one of the ancestors, though... I don't think people would take it as well as I did."

The immortal nodded in agreement. They wouldn't. The sect leader fell silent again, lost in thoughts, before suddenly lighting up.

"you can look a bit younger, right? - he could, yes, the immortal confirmed, but why? - we can say you'rey son." he blinked, doubting that would work, but nie zhenxiang continued.

"I once had a... Something... With a goddess, I think. Yue huangshui. - the immortal laughed, his look already changing to something younger, he didn't look that young in many, many years. He knew yue huangshui, powerful and kind, always with a smile, it was easy to love her. - we could say she kept the child until now. Or something."

"you have an early death wish, to go and bed a goddess like her highness." he chuckled now looking like he was around 15 years old. A tall young man, but young nevertheless. "but that would justify my absence, and my different, higher, knowledge." yes, they could make it work, somehow.

"it's not exactly my fault she's beautiful. - he laughed as they began descending the mountain with careful steps. - oh! How do you feel at the idea of having a younger brother?" he asked him casually.

The immortal thought of it for a moment. He used to have a brother once. Younger. And two older sisters. Once. Long, long ago. He was the only one left, the only one of them who survived and reached immortality in the end. He forgot what a brother would feel like. He missed them.

"I can't wait to meet my new didi!" he said, voice younger, matching his look, excited at the idea, smiling brightly at him, head turned his way as he walked at his side. Nie zhenxiang smiled back.

"do you have a name of choice?" not his real one, that would cause confusion, the immortal knew. He was also forgetting what his real name had once be.

"Xiá. I guess..." he said, borrowing his brother's name. No one knew it anyway, it had been too long, and he had died too young.

"nie xiá... - nie zhenxiang nodded. - well, A-xiá, welcome home."

~~~°°°~~~

It had been many months since his arrival to the unclean realm, people talked about it, about him, then the talks moved to his military abilities at such a young age, his well developed and strong golden core and his strength with the saber.

It had been months and the Nie sect was now hosting a conference. It had been months and now he was going to meet other sects he once fought with, now lead by strangers, descendants of those who had been friends once.

It had been years and now, looking younger than he had ever looked in too many years, was standing there, beside his "father", staring at sect leader wen and trying not to look too shocked.

Wen ruohan, on the other hand failed, he froze mid bow and looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Ming...Jue?" his voice faltered a moment when he finally caught him alone, late that evening. "you can't --"

Nie Xiá--Mingjue smiled. He didn't expect to find someone, he should have heard words of that, but again, he hid in the mountains for so long-- he didn't expect him.

"fierce as always in discussions, A-Han." he simply said.

He didn't expect him, and yet he couldn't help the smile that formed in his face the moment Wen Ruohan seemed to melt under his voice. It had been so long. Too long. Maybe-- maybe.

#Nie mingjue #Immortal nie mingjue #Nie zhenxiang #Wen ruohan #How I try to make a required ruojue work with a 3am idea #Also... Age difference... But in the other way around. #Seriously I'm not sure I should listen to my sleepy ideas and yet here I am... #Mdzs #Mdzs fic #Fanfic #Aki writes

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The infamous Wen-Lan switch I had in mind. Wen ruohan is the youngest between lan qiren and nie zhenxiang, at the beginning of the fic they're all pretty young.

Have fun with these almost 500 words.

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Wen ruohan almost tripped when he entered the room, in his defense someone had placed a small chair right in front of the door and there was no way he could've known that from outside. That wasn't troublesome in truth, his brothers saw him trip over much obvious things, included his own feet during their first night hunt together, years before, what really troubled him was the small laughter coming from the man inside, the darkness lingering in his voice, the way his lips curved up when he turned his head, the way his eyes had an almost wicked gleam in them. It wasn't the man he grew to know, it wasn't the man who became his sworn brother.

"Da-ge told me you were sick." he started, he pushed that fear he felt away from his voice, he tried to remain calm. "and I'm afraid I need to agree."

He moved a couple of steps toward him, swallowing.

"he's like a beast, - he thought worried. - I'm pretty sure he can smell fear. So don't be scared. He's still your brother... Somewhere."

"sick?" lan qiren mused and crooked his head to the side. He was sitting as always, by his desk in his personal study chamber, with more papers and books open than wen ruohan had ever seen. "Da-ge worries too much, you know. Come, come here. Let me show you something."

He wanted to run, run far away and as fast as his legs could carry, run to Qinghe and beg their older brother to do something. To protect him. Because damn, yes, wen ruohan was scared. Really scared this time. Instead he took a tentative step forward.maybe he could help. Yes, yes, he could try.

"good boy. Now, look. - lan qiren pulled out of a sachet a shard glowing darkly in his hand, instinctively wen ruohan took a step back. - isn't it beautiful? Can you feel it's power?"

He could. And that scared him even more, he simply nodded and looked away.

"xiang-ge doesn't want to help, you know? I think, - and here he lowered his voice with a little chuckle, so uncharacteristic of the always serious lan qiren. - I think our Da-ge is too weak to feel it's power. But you're not. You will help me, right? You'll help your er-ge."

He stretched a hand to touch his head like he did so many times before, but wen ruohan turned and ran out of the room, barely managing to suppress a loud, and very unproper, shriek.

His eyes, once so kind and gentle, had glowed red for a brief moment. That wasn't his brother anymore.

#Wen ruohan #lan qiren #Nie zhenxiang #Nie dad #evil lan sect #Wen Lan switch #Lqr finds yin iron #The untamed #Cql #chen qing ling #Mo dao zu shi #Mdzs #Mdzs fic #Fic idea #Fic au #Aki writes

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The little idea that came to my mind while planning the short fics for the NanoWrimo.

(Nie zhenxiang is the name i picked for mingjue and huaisang's father. I tend to accidentally fall in love with creating a background and stories for older generations, especially parents... That's not the first time...😂 Also please, if you hope for a happy ending... Or some happy memories or fluff... It's not there, not this time. I'm sorry.)

Laughter echoed in the back of his mind, laughter of time long gone, with voices long lost.

"say it! Say it, Wen-xiong! It's not that hard, mh? Even Qiren-ge calls me that!"

"it was once, and it was by accident."

"gege. Nie-gege. Come on, come on say it!"

Voices so familiar and nice, warm like the sun. For someone destined to die young, and fully aware of said destiny, Nie ZhenXiang was so warm, and bright. He almost gave in, just to see his face light up, his eyes becoming smaller as he smiled, his lips curved up. Almost.

Then he woke up, the memory already faded, the face already blurred, the name lost somewhere in a memory that didn't exist anymore.

The laughter lingered a moment longer, then the sharp whisper of the Yin Iron came back, and his mind was once more filled with schemes and hate and desire for more power. He deserved that power.

~~~°°°~~~

("Wen-xiong, you'll keep an eye on my little boy too, right? When... When it will be time." "as long as I'll live.")

#Wen ruohan #Nie zhenxiang #Old generation #They used to be friends... Then yin metal came in between #Yin iron acts more or less like the one ring #180 words and I can't even give him some fluff... #Cql #Mo dao zu shi #Mdzs #The untamed #Short fic #Aki writes

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #02

And here we go again, I strayed a bit from the prompt but after all I’m using them to have an idea and remain consistent in my monthly writing. The more I write, the more I love a sentient Spirit Baxia.

Day: 02/11/2020

Prompt: Blindness

Ship: Nielan (or gen, it’s not specified in details.)

Word count: 1820

Nie MingJue was no new to qi deviations; he was young, too young to have had that many in such a short time, that was true, but he wasn't surprised if he had to be fully honest

His first deviation occurred when he was fourteen, more or less a month after he had been officially appointed Sect Leader. It was a minor, very small one, he felt his energy rumble, flow wrongly inside of him, he grasped the table with both hands and let out a pained moan. But like it came, so it went away barely a couple of minutes later before he could pinpoint the real cause. He blamed grief. He blamed the memories of his father's blade shattering, his cries and the blood. He blamed the scar over his left eyebrow Nie ZhenXiang caused with a knife while he was attending him. He could have blinded him, he almost did, Nie MingJue was a lucky boy, the healer said. The wound never hurt much and he never blamed his father. 

The first major deviation occurred after the Sunshot campaign. It wasn't just a feeling like the other times, he felt the difference and, worse, he didn't felt it stop. His golden core twisted inside of him, pulsed painfully, his body felt too small, too weak to contain all that uncontrollable energy. Then Baxia was in his hand, trembling and pulsing, and everything around him had a red hue color, like an aura around people and things, everything that was alive was red, everything around him pulsed of evil energy. When he lowered his eyes on the hand holding Baxia, that was red too. He screamed. 

He didn't remember much after that moment, he returned to his senses with the soft sound of Liebing, his head cradled on Lan Xichen's lap as he played. 

“What-—” his voice sounded strange, weak and foreign. Lan XiChen stopped playing and looked down at him, a tired smile on his face. 

“Everything is fine now, don't worry MingJue-xiong.” 

He didn't tell him what happened, he didn't have to, he knew already on his own. Nie MingJue lifted a heavy hand, placed it over Lan XiChen's arm and squeezed it weakly ignoring the white bandages covering the hand, wrist and up to his arm. It wasn't really painful, but he always had a high tolerance to pain since he was younger. Ever since his father tried to blind him in a fit of rage. 

Jin GuangYao was a fast learner. Nie MingJue wasn't an expert of music, not in the way his mother had been, even less how Huaisang's mother was, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it or he wouldn't recognize talent. He had doubts, he didn't trust Jin GuangYao anymore, not completely, not after what he did, but he had a talent for music and he was indeed a fast learner; whenever he played with Lan XiChen he felt his mind at ease, he drifted in a peaceful silence, lulled by the music, his energy stabilizing slowly but steadily. Even Baxia was calm, her voice reduced to a low hum, like when she spoke to him when he was younger, like when she spoke of other spirits she liked. Like Liebing. Nie MingJue joked with her a couple of times, about how cute it was that she, a war-like spirit, forged in fire for war, had a crush on such a delicate being. She retorted that, one, Nie MingJue was the first to have a crush on the Xiao wielder, and two, Liebing was everything but delicate. “Don't misunderstand calmness with gentleness, Xiao Jue. You won't easily find a darkest spirit around.” She said and laughed at Nie MingJue's reaction the next time Lan XiChen played Liebing for him. He wondered if XiChen too felt his spirit so clear in his mind like he did with Baxia. 

At first he really believed it would help, at first he believed he would help. 

“There's something… Wrong, Xichen.” He confided him once. Lan XiChen stilled the strings of his guqin and looked up. 

“What do you mean? Did my music upset you?” Maybe he was distracted and he changed the melody or--

“When he… Jin GuangYao plays it. It's wrong. I don't understand what or how, but it doesn't feel right, it doesn't calm me. When you do it's different, it's fine” 

In the end Lan XiChen didn't pay too much attention to it, not as he should have. In the end he almost failed to see, he almost lost MingJue. 

Nie MingJue saw him smile, his finger pulling the strings as he always did but the melody was strange, even with his little knowledge he could hear it. It wasn't just wrong, it was dark. Baxia screamed, his body seemed in fire, his energy surged up, pain exploded and he jumped on his feet, blood rushing in his ears, dripping down his face, and rage, a blinding, scorching rage mixing with the unbearable pain. 

Baxia was in his hand, trembling with desire for blood, and Nie HuaiSang was in front of him, eyes wide in fear, in despair, in hope. 

“Da-ge!” He called, just like in the ancestral hall. “Da-ge! Da-ge it's me!” Yes. It was-- Jin GuangYao. Playing his music. Not the one Lan XiChen played. Jin GuangYao causing his core to twist, his qi to boil and explode. Jin guang---

“Huai… sang…?” He fell, Baxia holding him on his knees only to slow the fall. The last thing he saw was his HuaiSang, his little brother crying out his name. 

The world was quiet and dark. 

Nie MingJue was used to walking in the darkness, every time his mind was too overwhelmed, every time a qi deviation occurred he always walked in the darkness. 

“We shouldn’t have trusted him Xiao Jue.”

Baxia. He opened the mouth but he found out he couldn't. He could only walk. 

“I told you he would betray us. I told you not to be soft. You tried to fix him but he's not broken.”

You're right, he wanted to say. He wanted to cry, to run somewhere, usually he would find a light after a while. Now it was only darkness. 

“He's evil, Xiao Jue. We cannot fix evil.”

Tears fell from his eyes and he felt the ghost of an embrace enveloping him, gentle hands caressing his hair, a voice he couldn't recognize nor make out the exact words whispering. He turned on himself a couple of times and blindly followed the voice. 

“Xiao Jue, - she said again, not angry, never really angry at him. - I will always be by your side, I promise. But I need you to be on mine too.”

And he believed her. He promised her, silently.

When he opened his eyes it was night. It was the darkest night he had ever experienced in all his life.

He sighed, his body ached at that simple movement, he didn’t remember being wounded, and never before a qi deviation left him that weak and hurting all over.

“Da-ge?” He turned to the voice, he still couldn’t see, like a veil had been placed in front of him, but he would be damned for every life if he didn’t recognize his brother. He moved the hand until he found HuaiSang’s and held it, squeezed it gently, he sighed again.

“How do you feel?” Nie HuaiSang asked, it was a stupid question, it was the kind of question everyone asked after anything happened. Nie MingJue didn’t know how he felt. Weak. Tired. Aching. Thirsty. Calm. Strangely enough he felt calm. Baxia was humming softly, her eyes closed until he dared moving forward. Then she opened them and turned, she almost looked familiar, hair braided in the Nie style, two small horns shining like gold, her whole robes seemed golden fluttering in the air.

“And so we meet.” She smiled and Nie MingJue wondered how someone looking like that could be the same rageful and blood thirsty voice he heard in battle. Then he remembered his mother, how graceful she looked, how fierce and fearsome she was.

“Da-ge?”

He blinked and looked at HuaiSang again, his brother was there, close, somewhere.

“I’m fine. - He could feel him frown and squeezed his hand once more. - Really, I’m fine, HuaiSang.”

There was a rustle somewhere behind the younger Nie, someone moved closer and only then Nie MingJue realized the room had fallen silent.

“MingJue-xiong. How do you Fe— - To his and everyone’s surprise Nie MingJue stifled a laugh. - Ah… He probably just asked.” The mattress moved slightly as Lan XiChen sat down close to him, with his free hand he searched for him. He grasped his arm and moved up to the shoulder, the neck and his face, cupping his cheek while Lan XiChen coved the hand with his. When his fingers brushed over his eyelashes he suddenly realized what he couldn’t understand until that moment.

“Is there something wrong with my eyes?” He freed his hands from both their hold nd touched his face, there was a bandage over his eyes.

Lan Xichen and Nie HuaiSang shared a worried look before HuaiSang once more took his hands.

“What do you remember last?”

“The qi deviation.” He said without missing a beat. Of course he remembered, he knew what happened. “You were there and I stopped. - His hands found the side of Nie HuaiSang’s head and stroke his hair. - You always know how to bring me back from the edge.”

“You were bleeding…”

“That’s an… unfortunate and annoying consequence, yes.” He said again, stopping their words before they could move on, before they could reveal the truth, before they could make it real.

“Your eyes were badly damaged.” But Lan XiChen didn’t stop. Nie MingJue teared the bandage away and opened his eyes.

The world was dark.

He shook away from HuaiSang gentle hold, his body trembling with emotions he couldn’t understand. Fear mixed with anger. Loneliness. Cold. His pupils white, the people he loved the most were not just a memory. He couldn’t see their faces.

“You’re alive at least.” Lan XiChen whispered, and he knew his words meant very little in that moment. “Maybe we can find a way to reverse it. I’m sure something must exist.”

Nie MingJue wanted to say something. Say that he trusted him, them. Say that of course they would find a way. Say not to worry, he survived something that was meant to kill him, that was a small price to pay. He said nothing and let HuaiSang hold his hands before throwing himself at his neck.

“Don’t worry, Xiao Jue, I will be your eyes now.”

The deeper the bond, the deeper the knowledge, his father told him once. Maybe it was time to test a new type of cultivation after all.

The deeper the bond.

They merged.

#nie mingjue #lan xichen #nie huaisang #baxia #sentient baxia #blindness #qi deviation #the untamed #cql #mdzs fic #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #Fanfic #nanowrimo 2020 #angst collection in cultivation #aki writes

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Ok, so.. The not yet finished summary of Immortal Lost. I'll probably add details or change things here and there. Summaries exist because I will most certainly forget things. Anyway.

Feel free to drop ideas to fill the gaps ~ fill free to grab them away from all the angst I'm going to dump on them. (or maybe no. Let them suffer together). Feel free to drop ideas to make it more angsty and make this mouse happy~~

Will I find a sense in this idea by the end of the week?

Beginning - past - set one or two generations after yin metal

- young nie mingjue, with his family, one younger brother, two older sisters. His father have the ancestral tomb made for the sabers after they had to fight the angry spirits. He dies against one of the spirits and his saber is the first to be laid officially in the tomb. Out of everyone he develops a closer bond with his saber when, during a battle, he hides in a cave in the mountain, wounded, and there he meets what he first believe was a goddess. (but in truth it was just baxia, chilling away from the demon's realm because it was too noisy.)

- immortality is gained through cultivation. He learned to control the saber spirit, who becomes baxia in the end, qi deviations still occurs, but when they happen he hides in the cave, Baxia guides him through control, that's the only place where she can take a physical form, though not for long.

- the cave was one of the places where the divide between dimension is thinner, hiding in the cave, both the first time and after, he absorbed the energy of the place, both from the demon's realm and from the heavens. It's in a mountain close to the unclean realm, something that will later pass on the legend as a celestial mountain.

- after many years, after his brother and sisters died, he leaves Qinghe in the hands of a nephew and travels the world until his name becomes somehow a legend (he uses an alias, different names and such, he's tired.), the one nie who achieved immortality. The one who ascended to godhood. People around Qinghe starts to pray to him for protection, especially in battle for protection. After travelling long and far he always returns to the cave only to find that someone not only managed to find it but built a small shrine even. He sets a spell on it, so that it's way harder to find the actual place but still allows people to reach the shrine and pray, he won't take it from his people, but won't let them disrupt his peace either.

- from time to time, over the next years, he finds ways and strategies to return to the unclean realm when the Nie sect is most in need, looking younger or sometimes even different (as a God he can change his look, though he's quite fond of his original one.) to help them or even lead them again for a while, if needed. (only the elders are aware of who he really is, at least during the first times, later he will keep it secret and roll with nie zhenxiang's idea, in present years.) he's not sure he qualifies as a good God for them, there are others far more benevolent than someone wielding a saber with a demon spirit inside, but it's Qinghe that decided for him.

Past, in between.

- it's during one of these times, while acting as sect leader because the actual one is a 5yo child, that he meets the future chief cultivator wen ruohan. He looks young at the time, passing as an older cousin for the actual leader and taking control because of his young age, participating in a competition where he defeats wen ruohan eldest brother and is later introduced as sect leader. (poor baby ruohan was so enchanted that he managed to trip right against him and feel embarrassed for years for that being their official first meeting.)

- [I don't know exactly how things happens in between halp] wen ruohan, being the youngest is less pressured at fighting or ruling position and he's more of a scholar, asking sect leader Nie (of who he doesn't know the actual name) to teach him everything he knows, spacing from history, military strategies, fighting styles. Everything. Sometimes sect leader Nie disappear for weeks and months, for battles, but never allows wen ruohan to follow.

- a battle happens, years after the first meeting, wen ruohan is supposed to fight with his older brother and ask if sect leader Nie would help them. But Qinghe too needs protection. So they part ways until young ruohan realizes that theory fighting is different from actual one, a real battle is gruesome and hard and dangerous, in ways he wouldn't imagine.

- he wakes up after being wounded away from the battlefield, in a shrine in the mountains, covered in silver furs to protect him from the cold. There's a man in the shrine, with frost on his hair and robes and still not shivering one bit. And oh no! It's sect leader Nie! Right when he was starting to believe his crush couldn't get any worse!

- quick think, ruohan. Quick think. Make him think you're dead! Okay, no, I said quick, not stupid. Unconscious. Still unconscious. Oh fuck. Was he always so... SO? Ruohan no! Okay, maybe a little peaking --- oh, fuck me! Well, he probably wouldn't --- ugh! Ruohan shut up!

- anyway, that is the moment Wen Ruohan realizes (his crush definitely won't disappear) nie mingjue is in fact not human and decides to keep the secret for himself if he trains him more. Of course nie mingjue was already training h, and doesn't take his request as a threat, knowing that wen ruohan won't simply go and tell the world, and anyway, who would really believe him?

- so wen ruohan learns and grow, following nie mingjue (who still hasn't told him the name a d that's getting quite annoying, right?) as a shadow, growing closer and closer to him, falling more and more in love until he can't be rejected anymore because he throws himself on mingjue. Things don't exactly change after, much to ruohan's disappointment, but he starts to notice the little gestures from mingjue that somehow escaped his attention.

- [something in between probably, I don't know... More angst? Do we want more angst? A bit of Immortal angst?] until a bigger battle, something that unites the main Sects again against a common enemy. In the end it seems like wen ruohan is killed, dying while nie mingjue is trying to get him out of the battlefield and somewhere safe. He tells him his name then, his real name, probably regretting not doing it sooner. And then, then control snaps. He let baxia's howls reach the surface and doesn't try to hold her back, merging witb the saber spirit.

- the enemy is defeated, it stood little chance against a very angry immortal with a demon spirit howling in his mind. But he can't subdue her again, he doesn't want to. For years and years he had been good, righteous and kind, he deserves to let anger out, but when it does it explodes. So the sects unites again to stop him, they kill him, or so they think, and leave. Many soldiers and generals are lost against his power, included the wen sect leader.

- since wen ruohan wasn't actually dead, once he recovers he takes the role of leader, role he never wanted, he refuses to believe mingjue really did that, his mingjue. He gets angry at whoever calls him a demon, he let slip that a God such as him cannot be a demon. And he tries to reach for the shrine, only to find it empty, the statue that once was there gone, with only dust and ashes, the altar broken on half. He makes a new one, and light an incense stick and prays, but no one appears and after a while he stops going there too. (he doesn't see people beginning to return to the shrine though, with offerings and prayers.)

Present times

- meeting nie zhenxiang had been an accident, or perhaps fate decided it was time for him to return to the mortal realm. Nie zhenxiang is a capable man and leader, smart to know who he really is, a direct descendant from MingJue's original family, and a curious one. He claims to have had a thing with yue huangshui, and it's true, they use that thing to make people believe mingjue is his son and justify his absence until then. He doesn't use his real name but goes as Nia xiá (or something combined. Still o want to keep the character for afterglow), it was both part of the name his brother had and the name he used with wen ruohan, a call back to the sun symbol of the wen sect. (his regrets at not being able to protect him are what caused him to stay away from the mortal realm and the shrine at first.)

- he fits in the new family really fast and well, huaisang never question if he's really his brother or not, he looks at him once and declare he's his dage. Soon disciples of Qinghe and the other sects stop questioning where he comes from and all and just accept nie xiá as the new heir.

- in between something else happened. Wen ruohan, keeping his role as sect leader and, to popular knowledge, immortal (not yet, he once would say, quite shily, but that's his goal.) and chief cultivator, well respected by everyone, got his hands on yin metal. At first it wasn't for power. He never believe mingjue to be dead and even if he stopped going to the shrine he still searched for him. The yin metal promised, in a seductive voice, to help him find the one he desperately searched for, and he believed him. He didn't change right away, but the yin metal is malicious and twisted promises into what it wants. To be whole again, to rule over them. And wen ruohan slowly gets twisted into the one they all want to fight. (he has two sons, his wife dying giving birth to wen chao, he loved her, and still had these doubts because what if he found the one he loved before? She's a replacement, but still he loves her.)

- meanwhile nie mingjue grows in the Nie sect and finds new friends in the lan heir, xichen. He doesn't want to love someone, burned by what happened once. Still he gets close and shares a bond stronger than he felt in years. Somehow they don't work out, lan xichen is great but there are so many secrets mingjue keeps from him that they decides that being friends, instead of engaged, is better, for both of them. Huaisang is upset by that, he wanted them to be together because they looked perfect, but no. Dage had to go and declare being friends was better.

- until at a conference he meets officially the other sect leaders. And especially sect leader wen. A man, young and undeniably pretty, with two sons, with the same name, and characters, of the one he lost. But wen ruohan, his ruohan, died many years before, he died in his arms, and nie mingjue remembered that moment very clearly. This leader seems just as taken back as he is, staring at him with wide eyes, frozen mid-bow and then mumbling that he reminded him of someone he knew as an apology.

- this wen ruohan, mingjue finds out, is very different from the one he knew, convincing him even more that it's just a weird chance. He's strong, he likes fights and he's hunger for power is something that would've never crossed his ruohan's mind. But mingjue changed too, he had left baxia spirit in charge for long, he didn't want to deal with mortals anymore and she was a good replacement, but baxia is a demon, and while not being as bloodthirsty as the others she's still a demon.

- [more things in between. Mistakes, accidents incomprehensions. nie zhenxiang is actually killed, indirectly, by wen ruohan. I just need to define things better]

#Ruojue #Nie mingjue #Wen ruohan #Immortal lost #Summary #Fic plans #Mdzs fic #Aki writes

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Mmmh... I give you a little bit of raised to a golden light, brand new part with the sweetest little mingjue. ❤️❤️❤️

Nie zhenxiang knew, the moment he set eyes on yue huangshui, that she was different. Different from everyone else he had ever met in his life. Different, perhaps, for the golden aura that seemed to surround her, for the graceful way she moved and acted and the fierce way she struck down her enemies like they were a mere inconvenience in her day.

"I'm afraid, Da-ge, you set your eyes on something too high." wen ruohan said, amused by his his eldest sworn brother getting so worked up over a woman both him and their other brother were so sure wasn't really human.

"I'll just have to jump a little higher then." he joked and lan qiren sighed shaking his head, because they also knew that making him change his mind was beyond impossible.

In the end yue huangshui proved to be not exactly human, and yet deeply in love with the mortal realm and, apparently, with nie zhenxiang, somehow. How it was a mystery the brothers didn't plan on unfold, he looked, and was, happy, whatever the means they were happy for him.

And then a child came. A tiny little thing, with bright eyes, claiming attentions and love like it was obvious people should give him.

And they indulged him, with smiles and cuddles and gifts, the firstborn in their life as brothers, spoiled more than they would ever admit.

And with the child came a golden glow, an ever present shield around the immediate nie family, a shield against evil, against enemies. Yue huangshui watched her son grow day after day, she watched as his eyes glowed when he was scared and distressed, she watched as he shut them tightly close when someone unfamiliar got too close. She watched, not without amusement, a spark rejecting Jin guangshan hand when it came down to ruffle his head, and a moment later becoming a soft warmth when yu ziyuan laughed and caressed his cheek and he instantly claimed he wanted to be picked up by her and no one else for the following hours.

"you should be careful madame yu." wen ruohan mused, not far from them, keeping an eye on the little boy.

"careful? How so? He's the sweetest and calmest child I ever met."

"he is, yes. - he agreed, watching as he tangled his hands in her hair and she, the scary violet spider, let him. - he just is in that time when he tries to chew on everything he can get his mouth on."

As if on clue little mingjue lost interest in her hair and grabbed her hand looking closely at it, eyes wide in curiosity, dragging it closer to his face and trying to chew on zidian.

#Nie family #Little nie mingjue #Chewing everything he seems to like #He already put his papa's saber hilt in the mouth #Wrh headpiece #Most likely lqr sleeves #And now zidian too #Jfm tried to get his wife back so they could go back to their chamber #He found himself defeated by a screaming child who liked to be where he is #Yzy is expecting Yanli at the time #Raised to a golden light #The untamed #Mdzs fic #End of year wip #Aki writes #Soetpotatis #Nie mingjue

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #16

Following the extreme weather part but mostly focused on the comfort part somehow.

Prompt: Hypothermia

Ship: Mingjue/Zonghui

Word Count: 1564

"I'm sorry." was the first thing nie mingjue said as he entered the council room and zonghui looked up from the papers, he looked tired. "The storm blocked us in the village and I wanted to keep all the strength for the return. I should have sent you a butterfly." 

ZongHui leaped on his feet, tiredness instantly forgotten as he crossed the distance in the room and took in the general appearance of his sect leader. His outer robe, the heavy, warm one, was nowhere to be found, his clothes and hair wet, a strand of hair, in the left side toward the back, hardly hidden in the mass of black hair, was white. 

"it's taking its toll in the end." he whispered, twisting the fine hair in his fingers. 

"you don't like them? I can always ask Mother to teach me how she conceal them." it wasn't a big deal for him, he never made it a problem, he knew it would happen, sooner or later, it was connected to the purification rituals he had been taught. Sure, it would be strange, maybe even a bit hard to explain to others without giving it away but nie mingjue didn't mind them. 

"No… I actually like them, I was just considering that now it's showing. I know it's a proof of your real strength and kindness." he moved closer and kissed him before moving back shocked. 

"you're freezing!" he took the face in both hands, then he took his hands and held them close. "mingjue why didn't you say something sooner?" he dragged him toward his room ignoring his complaints about not being that much cold and that he had things he should take care of as soon as he could.

"you'll deal with them later. Heavens, you're so cold! How can you not feel it?" he dragged him by the bed, forcing him to sit down and stripping from the wet clothes. 

"zonghui. Zonghui. - he called as the other man ran around the room to get dry, warmer clothes and towels. - acting sect leader Nie zonghui! you surely have more important things than undressing me." it was meant to sound joking but his voice dropped slightly, like he suddenly grew tired. 

"part of my important thing to do is taking care of you, master, Since you’re very much neglecting it.”

“I’m not neglecting it, you’re really exaggerating ZongHui. If you wanted me on this bed to make up for not having been back last night as promised you should have just—”

“Stop.” ZongHui turned, a blanket warmed up next to the fire held in his hands. “I… I’m not in the mood for that, Sect Leader. I’m not.” He crossed the room and put the blanket around his shoulders. Nie MingJue sighed briefly at the warm touch before stretching out and grabbing Nie ZongHui, forcing him to take a step closer, arms wrapped around his waist.

“I never wanted to worry you. I’m sorry. I am, I swear.” He grasped the fabric of his robe, holding tight until he felt ZongHui's arms wrapping around his shoulders, his face resting over MingJue's hair. “It really doesn’t feel too bad, I’m just a little cold and tired, not freezing.”

“That’s because you’re too cold. - He moved and grabbed a robe before sliding it on him and placing the blanket back on his shoulders. - you don’t realize the dangers here.”

“If I promise to rest will you stop worrying and go check on Huaisang?”

“No.” He helped him lay down on the bed and burrowed him in more blankets.

“ZongHui. Go check on Huaisang.” It was an order, not really. His voice was too low and soft to be taken as an order, and MingJue stopped ordering him around like that in private long ago.

“Fine, but I won’t stop worrying. Are we clear?”

Nie MingJue gave him a small, tired smile and breathed out letting his eyes close. ZongHui remained in the room a little longer, he quietly kneeled beside the bed and brushed some hair away from his face.

“Just because you’re not exactly human it doesn’t mean you're immortal. You're not. I can’t risk losing you because you're too reckless.” He brushed his lips against his forehead, feeling the skin still cold, before standing to go check on the second master, and fetch some more warm water.

"how's Da-ge?" was the first question coming out of the bundle of blankets on the bed. Nie huaisang let his head slip out, only the head, and looked at the man entering the room with a bowl of soup. "and don't say fine just because he said that." he sat up and took the bowl from him. 

"he's stubborn, just as always." not like nie zonghui had any intention of saying anything different in truth, and out of everyone, huaisang knew what he meant by that. 

"then run back to him before he decides to take a walk to his study chamber. He talked about making sure the villages had enough to survive this winter and he seemed really set on dealing with that immediately." 

ZongHui sighed as he reminded Huaisang to go back to rest after the soup, which the younger nie was already going to do but it was good to have someone remind him. 

He balanced the tray 2ith 2arm water and soup on one hand as he opened the door. Mingjue was still on the bed, seemingly asleep, for once. He lowered the tray in a table and moved closer with just the water, he could heat the soup later when he was awake. 

That was when he noticed. That was when he knew things weren't as good as he hoped, and he didn't keep his hopes even that high. 

His breath was slow and shallow, no shivering, but he hadn't been even before, and still his skin was cold. 

Climbing on the bed zonghui slid next to him before changing position so that nie mingjue was now half laying on him, and he wrapped his arms around his body. Sure, he was smaller, almost like huaisang, and it had always been strange when he tried to embrace him, ever since they were younger, but he prided himself in being physically stronger, despite the difference not being excessive. - people usually didn't believe him when he said that, not even the disciples that regularly trained with him, but he needed strength to wield two sabers, and it wasn't all spiritual power. He could defeat mingjue if he wanted, and he didn't. He could definitely carry him, was it not for mingjue being bigger and making the whole ordeal harder. - 

"if you freeze to death because you've been stubborn and gonna be mad, I warn you." he whispered, holding him a little closer. Nie mingjue didn't move and zonghui signed. It was going to be a long night and he couldn't let fear have the upper ground on him, he couldn't let his thoughts slip in his mind, little whispers telling him how he was going to fall asleep at some point, how he would wake up only to find his sect leader, his lover, dead in his arms. He couldn't let them in but they were hovering close with every slow breath he took. 

In the end zonghui actually fell asleep at some point. He woke up startled at a rumbling sound, the door of the room rattling with the wind and the body still held in his arms shivering slightly, face red and a lot warmer than he remembered. 

"mingjue?" he called softly, shifting their bodies in a better position, mingjue moaned, face buried against his chest before opening his eyes a little. 

"Now I'm cold, zonghui…" he whispered, barely looking at him. Zonghui didn't have to touch his forehead to know, part of him wanted to be glad the cold hadn't been excessive as he first feared, but mingjue had never been great at dealing with fevers. They got out of control even faster. He should probably call for a healer without waiting longer, before it grew worse and worse, and zonghui saw it happen way too many times. But when he moved to get out of the bed mingjue held tighter on his robe, a soft, moaned "no, don't go." whisper coming out of his mouth. Maybe… MaybeMaybe he could lay there a little longer. 

-He sent a messenger all the way to gusu only a couple of hours later, requesting their healing abilities to help their sick sect leader. When lan qiren showed up with his older nephew in tow, xichen worried about his older sworn brother, it took him only a look before turning to zonghui. 

"Did he go roll in the snow again?" he asked, shooting the younger man a look, like that was the actual reason someone like nie mingjue would get so sick in such a short time. "I thought he would've learned by now." 

"uncle?" Lan xichen called confused, MingJue's skin felt on fire under his hand, zonghui slipped in the bed again, holding him close. 

"No rolling, I hope. He's a stubborn being who'd make me go gray before time." 

"seems like he started for himself already… I always say he reminds me of zhenxiang but now he looks all like his mother." 

"you won't even imagine how much." nie zonghui thought. - 

#Nie mingjue #nie zonghui #mingjue/zonghui #hypotermia #fluff #hurt/comfort #the untamed #cql #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #mdzs fic #Grandmaster of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #fanfic #nanowrimo 2020 #angst collection in cultivation #aki writes

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #05

This part fits in one of my favorite AUs, the old generation Sworn brothers (which is not the Evil Lans AU... that one is a consequence of this AU. I swear I’m trying my best to containall the mad ideas I have. I’m also failing at that.)

I never thought I would get attached to Wen RuoHan too but here I go...I have no control. But I’m pretty proud of this fic. 

(And I’ve hit the 10k already hooray!!!)

Have a nice reading!!

Day: 05/11/2020

Prompt: Pick who dies

Ship: Mingjue/Zonghui (only mentioned)

Word count: 2363

The Sunshot campaign had been his idea and Nie MingJue was ready to pay the highest price for it, he was ready to die to see it succeed, he never said it aloud like that but that didn't make it less true. He couldn't say it aloud anyway, there were people who would try to stop him, people who would join him in his suicide mission, and he already condemned too many of them to that unfair fate. No more. 

But fate had different plans for him, he realized once in the Fire Palace. Fate showed no mercy, made no difference between Saints and sinners. Fate took and took and grinned like a mad man. His fate was called Wen RuoHan and Nie MingJue was on the brink of losing. 

"you said the unclean realm was the safest place for me!" Nie HuaiSang whined, his hand in front of him, blocked by heavy chains that were already leaving marks on his wrists. "I see how safe it is!" 

The man next to him, chained in the same way, but with more bruises and cuts from the fights before he got ambushed, sighed. 

"how could we know they would burst in there and kill everyone on their way to your chamber in the middle of the night? I left my best men there to your protection and they--" 

"failed." 

"were brutally killed by Wen's scum. Young Master please, give us some credit, we tried!" 

Nie HuaiSang almost never complained, nor he really blamed those Nie ZongHui left behind to protect the unclean realm and him of course. If anything he felt guilty for not having been able to protect them too, he couldn't even reach for his saber in time, not that it would have made a huge difference anyway. He could have tried at least. No, his complaints weren't honest, and in a different moment Nie ZongHui would have realized it immediately, but he was too tired now, too weakened by the battle and the wounds, the cut on the side of his head oozing blood slowly. Nie HuaiSang only complained loudly and obnoxiously to keep him awake and aware of what was around him. He would apologize later, once his brother would find out and came to their rescue. 

That was his plan. Wen RuoHan plan was different. 

"I'm a merciful man, you know?" 

Nie MingJue coughed, fresh blood splattered on the floor, mixing with the already dried one.

There had been a time he would have believed those words, but they were spoken in a nicer voice, with a smile. They were spoken when he was a little boy, in a manner meant to tease his father during a training session. He remembered his father holding back his strength, leaving his personal Saber in her sheath and using a common sword in an attempt to let his younger sworn brother win. And he did win, towering over him with a light shining in his eyes, they always had a red hue, ever since Nie MingJue could remember. 

"it's because our descendants came from the sun. - he told him once. - they stole it's heat and ran away, our eyes are red for that reason." little MingJue looked at him in awe and patted his small hands on his cheeks. "uncle Red!" he squealed. 

"stop telling him stories about you people stealing the sun!" 

"its heat, not that actual sun, Er-ge." 

"uncle cold!!" and he waved his arms at him trying to be picked up and passed back and forth between them. 

"I'm a merciful man, sect leader Nie." 

But that man wasn't the same, it was a memory, and he had been lost so long ago. 

"you're not." he wanted to say but remained silent, the one time he tried to talk back he found himself getting hit by a shot of red light from the yin iron, he felt his chest burn and his mind go blank. When he woke up, the memory lingering painfully in his mind, he wasn't in the hall in nightless city but in the fire palace, he wasn't going to kill him, he realized, he wanted to torture him into obedience and then, only then, only when he was broken in his knees, he would show him off as a trophy, a sign of his undiscussed power in front of all the sects who followed him into destruction and despair and death. 

"you killed my oldest son." 

Yes, Nie MingJue thought. He killed Wen Xu personally, beheaded him and placed his head on the gates of the Hejian Front as a reminder of his power. - they didn't know the rest of the story. Wen Xu's body was buried with his hands crossed over his sword, the coffin only partially sealed, he wanted to bury his head too once the war was over. And he would bury him in Qishan. They wouldn't understand. The Lans would probably oppose. Maybe Lan Qiren could speak up for him. Or maybe he stopped caring the day he -- - 

"for that I will have to kill something yours." 

Weren't all my disciples enough already? He kept his mouth sealed close. 

"I'll let you choose." 

What? 

He blinked trying to clear his mind from the pain and the tiredness, he blinked to clear his vision, almost convinced he saw wrong.

He couldn't be there. HuaiSang was safe in the unclean realm, ZongHui was leading his men at Hejian, he left him there when he left that night. Was it only been a night? Time was… Weird. He didn't leave him wounded, now he had a gash over his head, blood dripping on the side of his face. They were… fighting? 

"it's your choice, you pick who I kill between them. You see, I'm merciful." 

"uncle Red! Uncle Red!!" little MingJue wobbled on his feet across the halls, he tumbled over the last step leading to the ancestral Wen's throne, but immediately collected himself back up and smiled climbing on his knee. 

"I made this for you!" he showed a pin in his hands proudly. "A-die helped but I made it!" 

"he almost burnt his hand off." Nie ZhenXiang voice came from in front of them

"You need to be careful JueJue." he said softly, looking at how the boy shook his head and took the pin back before standing on his knees and trying to fit it in his uncle's hair. 

"there. Now you can come visit us whenever you want and no one can stop you." he said proudly. "Can I go see A-Xu?" he asked in the end before scrambling out in search of his younger cousin when he got permission. 

"it suits you." 

Wen RuoHan smiled.

"thank you Da-ge." 

There was a pin in Nie MingJue's hair, crooked and old, he kept it hidden where only a certain level of intimacy would reveal it was there. A pin in the shape of a flaming sun. Some days Nie MingJue hated being so attached to the past, he wished he had lost all softness the day his father died, he wished he could be as cold as Lan Qiren on that matter. But maybe Lan Qiren was too cold, never speaking of his father anymore, not even a small mention, not a letter in the day of his death’s anniversary, or a look, Lan XiChen probably didn't even know his uncle had two sworn brothers once. Sometimes he wondered if HuaiSang knew. But he did, he remembered. He moved war against a man he once called his favorite uncle. He wished he could forget.

“That’s not even a question.” Nie ZongHui’s voice was strained, Nie MingJue could feel his pain, his consciousness beginning to fade despite his best tries. “You can’t kill HuaiSang, that’s absolutely out of question.”

“ZongHui! - The younger Nie exclaimed turning to stare at him. - If you die Da-ge won’t survive more than a week.”

“Of course he will, he will have you.”

“A week. A week and then he’ll die of grief. You went missing for two days and he already had a searching party outside.”

“You’re his only brother.”

“You’re his betrothed!”

Nie MingJue didn’t see Wen RuoHan move until he was next to him, a hand clawing on his injured shoulder.

“I know what you’re thinking. Just like your father, you are. Sacrificing yourself will not save them. I will find no pleasure  in killing you so soon, and they too will die, for nothing.”

(”Love will pass after a while. He will find — - Nie ZongHui briefly held his head on one hand as nausea washed over him. - find someone else he’ll love one day. He wont find another brother.”)

“Are you allowed to compare me to father? After what you did? Do you even remember what he looked like?”

“You insolent —”

(”He won’t fall in love! You know he won’t! It took me years to convince him he was worthy of you! I only bring shame to the Nie Sect…”)

The hit was almost expected, it was direct, the back of his hand colliding with Nie MingJue's cheek with enough strength to send him fall on the floor stopping the discussion between the other two prisoners, Nie ZongHui tried to take a step But it only took a look from Wen RuoHan to stop him, he put a foot over Nie MingJue when he tried to stand.

“You, stay right where you are or he will die, his brother next and you last, slowly.” He warned.

With a flicker of his hand a red surge of energy lifted Nie MingJue until he was hanging in front of him barely conscious.

“And you… You need to learn some manners.”

Nie MingJue brought both hands around the neck, it was suddenly hard to breath, like he was choking on air, soon enough he let his head loll to the side, his hands let go and fell limp at the side of his body, two voice desperate calling his name.

“Was that so easy? The great Sect Leader Nie is in truth that much weak?”

He moved closer and grabbed Nie MingJue's face lifting it slightly. Close enough for MingJue to open his eyes and stab something in the back of his neck. He barely had time to grin before in a burst of rage and red energy , Wen RuoHan, threw him against the wall and he laid there.

Nie MingJue knew he couldn’t choose, he knew he would rather die than condemning one of them only to live in regret for not even a week, a day, two perhaps if he was generous. The truth, the one hidden under many layers of hate  and rage, was that he didn’t want to be the one killing Wen RuoHan. He wanted him dead, of course, after what he did, after what he became, but directly killing him… no. That wasn’t in the initial plans. He led to that.

Nie MingJue also knew wen RuoHan thought him to be unarmed. It was easy to think that when he personally took his saber and the daggers he had on himself. He forgot the hairpins.

It had been his mother’s idea, back in the days before MingJue was even in their most hidden ideas, to turn the pins both her and Nie ZhenXiang loved to wear so much into weapons. Making them cave was easy, it took some tries to fill them with any kind of poison or tranquilizer they could think of and seal them in a specific way that only stabbing would release the liquid. Of course they were dangerous, deadly, even for them to wear, but no one would consider that a weapon, no one would take them away if they were captured.

Over the years Nie MingJue put together a specific poison, for emergencies, he said. Something unknown, something not even the stronger cultivator could fight off in time. A poison made from the blood dripping from Baxia’s blade, made of resentful energy and evil. He made it and swore to never use it. He filled only one hairpin with it and hid it under the braids. Just in case. Just if he needed. If things were bad. His original plan was to use it on himself. Plans rarely got followed during that war.

He woke up some time later with his head on Nie HuaiSang's lap, next to him laid ZongHui, his chest rising and falling regularly. Lan XiChen was kneeling by his side, his wrist caught in his cool fingers as he slowly healed him. With a soft sob HuaiSang curled over him and brushed his cheek against MingJue's forehead.

“I thought… I thought you were dead. Don’t do that again. Promise.” Nie MingJue hummed, nodding weakly.

“What happened?”

“Wen RuoHan is dead.” Lan XiChen informed him and he nodded again before trying to sit despite HuaiSang's complaints.

He looked around briefly before his eyes settled on a figure not far from them, he was looking down where wen RuoHan had finally fallen and died, holding a passage token. Perhaps in the last moments he remembered, perhaps he broke free from the Yin iron power for those last seconds, enough to grab the Jade token and die holding it. Perhaps. Nie MingJue didn’t know.

Lan Qiren turned and looked at them exhaling slowly, in his hands a cave hairpin in the crooked shape of a flaming sun; in his eyes a regret most of the world would never understand.

(Many years later Lan Qiren would enter his older nephew’s room as he sat there in seclusion. He would sit next to him and bring out two passage tokens he kept tied with a tassel. Silence would stretch between them until, with a sigh, he would speak.

“I suppose it’s a curse us second brothers have to share.” His smile would be sad, lost in a distant memory, lost in a long lost time that would never come again. “To see their downfall and remain blind until it’s too late.”

And perhaps he would tell him the story of three sworn brothers who, in their youth, dreamed to change the world.)

#nie mingjue #wen ruohan #nie zonghui #nie huaisang #mingjue/zonghui #pick who dies #character death #Old generation sworn brothers #the untamed #cql #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #mdzs fic #Grandmaster of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #fanfic #nanowrimo 2020 #angst collection in cultivation #aki writes

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Today's prompt is supposed to be focused on mingjue, huaisang and zonghui.

With the side of the fight against wen ruohan.

I lost control and now it fits in the "nie zhenxiang (Nie dad), lan qiren and wen ruohan were sworn brothers", and they used to spoil their first baby nephew mingjue so much so.. Here we go, the heartbreak!!!

#Old generation sworn brothers #The heartbreak of the sunshot campaign now...