I'll Fix Everything | Wangxian

Chapter sixty-nine

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'A-Xian... you ran so fast...'

'Kill Wei Wuxian!'

'Kill the Yiling Patriarch!'

'I didn't even get to look at you...'

'Wei Wuxian...'

'I wanted to tell you...'

'Go to hell!'

'WEI YING!!!'

"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan shook him from his daze, it felt like ripping a bandaid off and Wei Ying flinched, blinking slowly, he frowned to find himself in Lan Zhan's warm, but trembling embrace.

Wei Ying's eyebrows furrowed, sitting up with aching bones, "Lan Zhan?" He whispered weakly, meeting his soulmate's terrified gaze.

Lan Zhan pursed his lips, gulping thickly as he helped Wei Ying to his feet, "You dissociated." Lan Zhan whispered, holding his hand tightly.

Wei Ying's eyes widened, in the middle of a fucking battlefield? He thought, feeling a little sick.

Everyone could have died because of him.

Shaking his head, Wei Ying shook as he whispered, "Sorry..." Bringing the flute to his lips.

Lan Zhan would have protested the need for that apology if there weren't puppets everywhere, drowning his family who had been holding them off for Wei Ying.

Sighing, with Bichen, he began swinging as well.

His blade glowed brightly, fiercely as it defended his loved ones, yet, he kept a constant eye on his soulmate, much like last time, never leaving his side as he played lethal melodies on his bamboo flute.

Wei Ying closed his eyes, concentrating as his siblings, his soulmate, and Nie Mingjue attacked the puppets along with countless disciples. Notes of hatred and resentment seeped from his instrument, pouring shadows as black as the night that fought against the enemies.

But a second later he felt an abrupt, sharp ache in his chest sending him flying down to the floor, landing on his back, a cry of agony left him as his head bounced off the hard stone ground.

From the impact, Chenqing rolled across the battlefield and Wei Ying blinked repeatedly, his vision like fogged up glass from the impact.

His family snapped to him, panic flooding them at the sight of Wen Zhuliu looming over Wei Ying.

Wei Ying trembled as he propped himself up on his elbows, he had no sword and his flute had rolled god knows where, taking a deep breath, he began to whistle.

But Wen Zhuliu just fell to the floor, knees on either side of him pinning him to the ground as he shoved his hand over Wei Ying's lips, silencing him as his other hand flew to Wei Ying's golden core.

Jiang Cheng glared, rage burning through him as Wen Zhuliu clamped a hand over Wei Ying's mouth and reached for his stomach.

Like hell he was going to let his brother be harmed again though.

Charging forward, his eyesight became a narrow tunnel and all he could focus on was saving his Shixiong's life, using all his strength and wit, Jiang Cheng fell to his knees and rolled, wrapping his limbs around Wen Zhuliu he dragged him off of his Shixiong before kneeling over him, Sandu at his throat.

He didn't waste a second, he just glared, and Wen Zhuliu was gone.

Grabbing Chenqing from where it had been kicked across the battlefield, Jiang Cheng rushed back to his brother and pulled him to his feet again, handing him the flute, "Are you okay?" He panted.