danmei lines

Panguan - I

“I don’t want to be all by myself, I’m scared.” Shen Manyi said woefully.

Xia Qiao and the others felt like they were intoxicated listening to her words. They thought, We’re even more scared than you, little sister.

Wen Shi had never brought along a little ghost before in his life. This was also his first time hearing a little ghost make this kind of request, and he was a bit mystified.

Entertained by Wen Shi’s expression, Xie Wen lowered his gaze and asked Shen Manyi, “That’s fine, but are you still going to play Real Bride, Fake Bride?”

Shen Manyi pouted before she shook her head and said, “No, I’ll stop.”
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“What… is this an outline of?” Sun Siqi asked cautiously.

“A maple leaf?” Da Dong’s face was twisted bizarrely.

“That can’t be right, it’s longer than a maple leaf.”

“A hand!” Zhou Xu said.

“It really does seem to be a hand.”

Understanding dawned on them, after which the atmosphere grew even stranger.

Because the length of the thread wasn’t actually all that long, the outline of the hand was also a bit small. How to put this… it was rather adorable.

Then, that not-very-big hand beckoned at them.

Da Dong: “…What do you guys think the meaning of this thing is?”

Zhou Xu: “I think it’s telling us to go over there.”

Da Dong: “Over where?”

Zhou Xu: “Isn’t that obvious? Down there.”

Sun Siqi was dumbstruck. “How do we do that?”

Zhou Xu: “Jump, of course.”

Everyone went quiet for a moment. Eyes trained on that hand, Da Dong suddenly said, “Why does this feel so frightening? Your ge… seems to be a pretty cold person, yet he’s the type to do something like this?”

Xia Qiao was briefly silent before he promptly shook his head and said, “No no no no, there’s definitely something wrong here, my ge isn’t like this.”

Except as soon as he said that, Xie Wen’s voice sounded. “It is him.”

“Who???” Xia Qiao swiveled his head around blankly.

Xie Wen glanced at the hand before he averted his face and coughed several times. When he turned his head back, there was a lingering smile glimmering in his eyes, but it had faded somewhat by the time he lifted his gaze and spoke. “Who else, your ge.”

“Are you sure???” Xia Qiao was still looking at that hand in vague disbelief.

Xie Wen: “I’m sure.”

Lao Mao was someone who always complied with his boss. With a nod of Xie Wen’s head, Lao Mao had already made his way over to the window. Judging from his stance, he was about to jump down.

Da Dong hauled him back and said to Xie Wen doubtfully, “How do you know?”

How does he know?

He taught him that.

Lao Mao pulled his hand free and responded to Da Dong in his mind, a wooden expression on his face.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t “teaching.” It was a deceptive coax.
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Lao Mao was the first puppet to stay by his side more permanently, all for the sake of coaxing a little crying disciple. As a result, the very first appearance of the majestic Golden-Winged Dapeng—which could carve away half a mountain with a flap of its wings, possessing blade-like talons and an awe-inspiring presence—was that of a tiny chirping bird, one that wasn’t even the size of half a palm.
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