A Blade and an Arrow

The Battle Of The Blessing Lanterns

The silverette shifts his body, leaning half of it towards the archer to inspect the wound on his neck. "Where'd you get that?"

"What?" Feng xin questions back. Cupping his own neck with one hand before wincing when his palm brushes roughly against the bruise. "Ah - somewhere." He answers as he tilts his head to look at the latter. Sliding to the side when he realises how close they were and not noticing the flash of displeasure on his obisidian eyes.

Mu Qing clears his throat, nodding but not saying anything further as he keeps his gaze on the his tanned neck designed with a purple-ish red spot.

Feng Xin watches in amusement as well as in wonder at how the latter frowns, eyes unfocused as though he was trying to pin-point where it would possibly come from. "Are you worried, Xuan Zhen?" He decides to ask wryly. Bracing for a fist that would come colliding with his face. Surprised there was none and even more baffled when the silverette turns his head away, cheeks noticeably flushed.

"As if!" Mu Qing replies rather too aggressively as the other backs up instinctively. "Who would be worried for an idiot like you?"

The archer snorts. Smirking as he courts his own death by leaning in closer. "You?" He shrugged casually. "What did you say again? That I shouldn't die on y-"

The silverette shoves his shoulder angrily. Cheeks reddening even more as he scowls. "That was three years ago! Get over it!" He exclaims, puffing a breath. "Besides, we were dying."

"Your retaliation amuses me, Xuan Zhen." He shakes his head graciously. Smirk turning into a sly grin when the latter just huffs and starts to stomp off, only to come back and throw a small purple bottle towards him with a glare. "Posioning me now?"

"That's not posion you idiot. I'm more creative than that." Mu Qing rolled his eyes. "Walking around with that love mark looking bruise is indecent you fucking prick."

Love mark looking bruise. Feng Xin laughed loudly, shaking his head as he covers his forehead with his palm. "You do care." He says at last. Clearly suppressing his laugh as his shoulders shake a bit before opening the bottle. A thick purple gash of smoke came erupting immediately, sensing the person that held its home has a wound, it immediately presses itself against it, cooling and healing the bruise before going back to its bottle where the archer closed it back but didn't make a move to give it back.

He looks at the silverette who crossed his arms, staring at him expectantly as Feng Xin walks closer. He smiles sloppily at him. "When that pretty bitch face of yours-" He taps his pale cheek before turning around and facing the door with a smug look. "Gets hit by the first rays of the artificial sun you forced the middle court officials to create in the morning. Expect me at your gate by then."

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True to his words. The moment Mu Qing opens his eyes to see the harsh glare of his requested sun cut into the cracks of his curtain, his head deputy officers came knocking on his door saying General Nan Yang was already waiting for him.

He takes his time. Of course, not caring that someone was waiting for him and he'll probably be yelled at by said person as he lays on the bed. Questioning his own life decisions and how he even survived all those life threatening situations especially of that Jun Wu.

To this day, he still wasn't sure why out of all the Gods, Jun Wu would ask him to do inconsiderable things to Xie Lian for his own entertainment and satisfaction. Causing more misunderstandings between the three once they reunited at the base of the mountain, causing Mu Qing be even more accused of betrayal just after getting told off as a murder when he was just trying to save him from his own stupidity.