Surrounded by an ambience of frost and ice, Lan Wangji stood in front of Wei Wuxian. Xue Yang fended the attack by casting out Shuanghua. The two swords collided, then flew back to their respective owners.
Wei Wuxian commented, "Isn't this called 'to come in time is better than to come early'?"
Lan Wangji, "Yes."
As their exchange finished, they turned back to fighting with Xue Yang. A few moments ago, Wei Wuxian was chased around by Xue Yang, but now, Xue Yang was driven around by Lan Wangji. In reaction to the adverse situation, with a roll of his eyes and a grin on his face, he tossed Shuanghua to his left hand. His right hand shifted inside his sleeve.
Wei Wuxian was concerned that he might hurl poisonous powder or hidden knives from the qiankun sleeves. However, he simply pulled out another sword, and seamlessly adjusted to a double-sworded style of attack.
The glare of the sword that he pulled from his sleeve was grim and dark. As it was wielded, it almost seemed to emit a black aura, creating a stark contrast with Shuanghua's silver radiance. Using both swords equally well, Xue Yang's hands kept in perfect time with each other. He gained the upper hand at once.
Lan Wangji questioned, "Jiangzai?"
Xue Yang, "Hmm? Hanguang Jun, you know of this sword? What an honor."
"Jiangzai" was Xue Yang's own sword. As its name and as its owner, it was a foreboding sword that brought with it bloodshed.
Wei Wuxian interrupted, "The name matches you perfectly."
Lan Wangji, "Step back. You are not needed here."
...
"Could have been said a bit differently," Wei Wuxian said, "I'm not needed?" Wei Wuxian turned to look at Lan Wangji and pouted.
Lan Wangji chuckled, "you are always needed by me."
Wei Wuxian giggled in response as Lan Wangji played with his lip, "I got what you meant, just teasing."
"I know," Lan Wangji said.
...
Thus, Wei Wuxian humbly listened to the suggestion and stepped back. When he got to the door, he looked outside. Expressionless, Wen Ning was gripping Song Lan by the neck. He lifted him into the air and slammed him onto the wall, creating a large man-shaped dent. Similarly expressionless, Song Lan grabbed Wen Ning's wrists. With a backflip, he threw him onto the ground.
Both corpses fought expressionlessly, ceaselessly smashing and banging. Since neither of them felt pain or feared injury, unless they were cut into pieces, they would continue to fight even if they lost a limb or two.
Wei Wuxian muttered under his breath, "I don't think I'm needed here, either."
...
"Aww, A'Xian," Lan Xichen said.
"I felt a bit useless at that moment," Wei Wuxian answered, "I couldn't fight, and I was not using resentful energy that much anymore."
"I actually noticed that," Xichen said, "you used a couple talisman and charms but nothing really involving resentful energy."
"I was not restricted with the energy anymore so I didn't have to. I didn't want to use it either," Wei Wuxian explained.
"A'Xian just wants to feel wanted," Yanli said as she understood how he was feeling.
Wei Wuxian nodded, "I found something else to do."
...
Suddenly, he saw that Lan Jingyi, inside a dimly-lit shop, was frantically waving to him. He beamed, Aha. I'll definitely be needed there.
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FanfictionWei Ying has died once. Twice if you count the day he was dropped into the burial mounds. He was someone who fought for what was right, but was wronged for it and his life was the cost. Now, a few years after everything had ended, With Jin Guangyao...
