liu qingge doesn’t stop his ministrations even when the other approaches him, mocking smile visible from the corner of his vision.
the wound was fine. wasn’t even bleeding that bad and yet —— the blood beneath his fingernails wasn’t coming off.
Only after some time had passed would he stand up and close enough distance to offer a mocking smile, eyeing where the wound could be.
“have you stopped the bleeding? Liu–shishu, don’t skip necessary steps.”
a human —- this blood belonged to himself, due to a careless mistake. ( a wound hidden beneath his robes, just to the right of his abdomen, burns. )
shame does indeed fuel him.
see! my freaky bugs are cool
This type of bug is the type that eats smaller bugs,,, so it would probably eat humans giant. isnt that awesome? totally something you would want to hunt!
liu qingge, of course, rarely ever takes personal disciples. much unlike the other peak lords, he doesn’t have time for such trivialities. his peak is often abandoned, being that he’d much prefer to be out in the field, fighting.
the rare disciples he took
Can he sense it? Surely @chengIuans can hear the whining of a child who had clearly been caught while he was up to no good.
Oh no…
Shen Jiu has one of Bai Zhan peaks disciples by the ear. That kid is being dragged directly over. Though this peak lord always looks a bit
were often with him on the field ——- and they all knew better than to approach qing jing peak.
it seems one of them hadn’t learned well enough, though. liu qingge would have to rectify that at once.
“ shen qingqiu —— …. ! ” immediately,
to continue to extend olive branches towards someone so vehemently against it.
“ you —— … ! ” the handkerchief is quickly shoved back into his pocket. “ forget it I offered. ”
this time, the twitch his face gives is much more visible. he grinds his teeth as to not spit back a rude remark —- but it’s just barely. or course the austere shen qingqiu is above receiving help, especially from him of all people.
how stupid of him it was
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Disdain is plain to see in the haughty tilt of his chin, elegant features marred by a poorly disguised wariness at the sudden act of politeness.
“So?” The tip of his fan taps lightly against his crossed thighs, his own subtle sign of irritation, both at Liu Qingge and »
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