If I had a choice, I would only want to be a little insect in the mundane dust, born in confusion, dying in mediocrity, never seeing the light of day beneath the fog of Jinping City.
Better than taking this wrong road to heaven.
There are many forms of love, even among the non-persons lik San Ge & Pingping!
Commissioned by @OmTivi (which I might draw anyway with or without compensation)
#yingping#Priest太岁
“Because I missed you so much, I couldn’t resist leaving a tiny bit of my consciousness on your spiritual bones. Such profound brotherly love. Truly touching.”
“A-Ying, you left your spiritual bones here with me for nine years.” The heart demon reached out a hand and picked up a withered seed—what the demon seal had scattered just now had only been a heart demon seed.
one day the tweet i rt will be Brand-new license announcement! TAI SUI (NOVEL) series by priest. This hit steampunk xianxia xianxia deconstruction slice of life comedy drama adventure tragedy is by the author behind GUARDIAN: ZHEN HUN and STARS OF CHA then you will know
#priest太岁 HAPPY BIRTHDAY XI SHIYONG..!! heres a quick comic about going home. i couldnt spend as much time as id like on it but i hope the feelings come across! (1/2)
he was willing to walk over mountains of swords and seas of fire, be crushed to dust...even though by nature he was a rich kid who shirked hard work and stuck to easy work, with unremarkable abilities.
As long as the flowers of Jinping didn't wither and the fire in the little cottage on Flying Jade Peak still roasted pine nuts and chestnuts, he was willing to dress up in colorful clothes for the amusement of his family,
let his mother and her maids paint him with nail polish that couldn't be washed off for three days, willing to plant flowers and weed the soil and get covered in mud, finish sweeping the snow before repairing the roof;
"Shall we bet?" he asked. "Do you think you'll be the first to see my lord, or will I see him first?"
"Me," said Xi Ping categorically.
Bai Ling laughed loudly and turned into a lump of paper.
This was Xi Ping's last friend. From then on, he moved into the reincarnation wood.
Shiyong, you’ve been keeping it in for a very long time, haven’t you? In fact, when a person establishes a foundation, it’s no different from dying, right?
I have no regrets about entering the Way, but when I think about it now, had I died of illness at thirty, I may have had as much of my fill of joy as now. You are the only one in the world without a Way of the Heart.