Swordnet Micro Fiction: Those Things Between Xie Yuan and Wang Yifeng - Swordnet Full text is for otaku and BL fans ╭(╯^╰)╮. Taking advantage of the popularity of micro fiction, I will make a joke about the NPCs in Sword III. Old Wang and Old Xie are officially paired. If you don't like this style, you can click the little red cross, don't say I didn't warn you 0 0. Lightly criticize, I'm afraid of pain.
-----------------------------I am the dividing line of fangirls-----------------------------
In the Tian Ce Mansion, Li Cheng'en asked Xie Yuan: "Do you really want to be the leader of Haoqi Alliance?" Xie Yuan was silent at that time, finished drinking wine, caressed the white porcelain cup in his hand, and said after a long time: "It's good to stand on his opposite side, at least this way, he will have me in his eyes."
Li Cheng'en looked at Xie Yuan's appearance and suddenly remembered the days when they lived in the same military tent in the army. At that time, Xie Yuan often drank wine with him without the knowledge of the supervisor. When he was drunk, he often carried Xie Yuan back to the tent. He said solemnly: "If this alliance leader is what you want, I will help you."
In the Haoqi Luo Yan City, Li Cheng'en strongly opposed the public opinion and promoted Xie Yuan as the leader of the alliance. Everyone was unfair to Zhang Zhiyuan of Tianquan, but Zhang Zhiyuan directly said that Xie Yuan was the best choice for the leader of the alliance and willingly gave up the position. By the Seven Stars Pond, the gentle wind swayed. Zhang Zhiyuan looked at the face of the person beside him and laughed: "You don't need to thank me, I just want you to know that what you can do for Xie Yuan, I can also do for you."
Xie Yunliu: "I have been through a lifetime of turmoil, abandoned by my sect, and not tolerated by the world. Only you, Chongmao, know what I think and understand what I imagine... Me..." Li Chongmao: "Sorry, actually I just wanted you to help me restore my position. I love women." In despair, Xie Yunliu returned to Chunyang. On the top of the city of Rilun, Li Chongmao looked at the sea waves and whispered: "Wangsheng, I finally returned the person you love to you."
Li Wangsheng: "I observed the stars at night, and prayed that my younger brother Qi Jin would soon encounter calamity stars, which would inevitably lead to bloodshed disasters for the loved ones." Gu Zhilan: "Then I will immediately return to the valley for cultivation and avoid the disaster." In Balin, Taoyuan Village. A group of black-clothed killers were cleaning their wounds. A newly-entered small killer asked: "Senior Brother, before the one called Ji Bieqing died, it seemed like he was calling out something?" The senior brother casually said: "It seems like the two words 'Qi Jin'."
Seven stars fight ten evils, smoke shadows do not meet. "Smoke." "Huh?" "It seems someone guessed that we are the same person, and even said that we are the ultimate undercover agents." "Don't care about those fools, it's better to let them guess. Don't waste time, let's do it again." "Hmm. Ah... be gentler..."
Finally, Xie Yuan and Wang Yifeng met at the top of Kunlun. Wang Yifeng: "You are Xie Yuan? I didn't expect your skills to be pretty good, you can finally be my opponent." Xie Yuan: "You probably already forgot the young officer who drank wine with you in Zigong City, at that time your eyes only had Wen Xiaoyue." Wang Yifeng: "Oh?" Xie Yuan smiled lightly: "But now you can't forget me."
Inside the Qixiu Hall. Senior sisters: "Little Seven, General Li is a talented person, he is a rare good partner. You can't give up so easily." Little Seven: "Do you think I want to give up? But when I see him with Xie Yuan, I become excited, plus that Zhang Zhiyuan. As a fangirl, how can I continue to interfere?!" Senior sisters: "No!"
Yu Zhuocheng hit the wall hard: "Senior Brother, my relationship with Xiaying is not accepted by the world, why did you bother to break off relations with the sect to help us, I really feel sorry for you." Fang Qingya: "I've never done it for you all. I just... for you...."
When I was young and climbed the mountain, it was the warmth of your palm that made me forget my mother, it was you who boiled medicine for me and added warm clothes when I was sick. It was you who taught me boxing and tree righteous qi. It was you who taught me to read Buddhist scriptures and worship Guanyin. You said that since entering the Buddhist gate, you have forgotten the secular world. You said that monks cannot talk about emotions. So I never say it, and just turn thousands of thoughts into one sentence: "Uncle, are you cold? Uncle, are you hungry?"
The wind rose, Chang'an, sword in hand, meeting, drinking, full of spirit, talking freely, getting drunk. Red candles shone brightly, bedding was warm. The next day.
"Brother Wan, last night we became friends at first sight, drinking and chatting happily, and chatted all night unintentionally, right?"
"Brother Wan, we didn't sleep all night last night, and kept practicing martial arts, right?"
"Brother Wan, we are about to part ways and meet again later, right?"
"Little Xia."
"Hmm?"
A certain Wan Hua lazily leaned on the bed, with black hair scattered over the chest. "Whatever you say, could you please return my clothes first? The clothes you're wearing are mine."