Wei Wuxian, currently inhabiting the body of an unfortunate youth that was no longer of this world, Mo Xuanyu, was walking down a bright forest path. There was a half-eaten apple in his hand and he was lazily munching on it. Unknown courtesy of Mo Xuanyu's family.
The donkey he had borrowed in the Mo village was being stubborn and he had a hard time dealing with the animal. So much so that he already envisaged just letting it go free, or selling it off.
However, for one reason or another, he actually appreciated the company. There were too many thoughts in his head and it was liberating to be able to tell them to someone. Even if that someone was a very head-strong and grumpy donkey.
Wei Wuxian finished his apple and reached behind his back where he had attached a small bag filled to brim with the fruits. However, there was nothing there, just an empty bag. He turned around and sure enough, the culprit was there. The donkey was just finishing the last of his provisions.
Wei Wuxian did not know whether to laugh or scold the animal. Such a glutton; he should name it Apple Thief.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
