chapter eighteen 🫰

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In terms of his generation, it was highly possible of Mo XuanYu to be an elder to the boy, maybe an uncle. After being humiliated by a junior like this, Wei WuXian thought that, even if not for his own sake, he needed to return the humiliation for Mo XuanYu's body, "What an attitude! I suppose that you didn't have a mother to teach you?"

"Wei Wuxian" shouted Jiang cheng in anger " how can you say that to jin ling after being the reason for jiejie's death."

"I am sorry Jin ling and ...and shijie. I don't..." He couldn't complete his sentence as his throat choked and tears filled with tears.

"Xian you are not at fault as you didn't know he is Jin ling and don't have a moth..e...mother" even she consoled his brother but she was sad ...sad for her child.There must be many people who said same thing to her poor child and how must be Jin ling feeling to listen it. She thought this is karma as her mother always taunted Wei wuxian for being an orphan and living on Jiang money. And being an elder sister she never protected him from her mother instead she tried to make Wei wuxian understand that her mother is not evil and he should not mind it.This is her karma which returned to her child. Jiang yanli immediately hugged Jin ling like she can hid him from all the negative comments.

Lan zhan took Wei wuxian's hand in his hand and caressed Wei wuxian's knuckles with his thumb.

"How evil you are Wei wuxian, you killed his mother and now mocking him for not having mother" said sect leader yao with disgust.

"I..I..I didn't kill.." Wei wuxian couldn't complete his sentence as Jin ling spoke "first you are not one interfere in our family matter and second I am with my mother. I wouldn't lose her this time "said Jin ling as he already hated Wei wuxian and took revenge on him for it. Now he doesn't want to blame him any more and hurt him like he had done in his past.(Don't get confused as for seniors all these things are their future but for juniors all these are their past)

Yanli kissed Jin ling's forehead with love "A-ling you are really grown up and mature as compared to the screen" said yanli with love and proud tears in her eyes.

"Yes, you seems even more mature and understanding than your father, grandson." madam jin praised Jin ling with pride and eyes lans like she was saying to lans that not only your Sizhui is good but his grandson is also good and sensible.

Jin zixuan sulked when his mother tagged him immature than his son but happy that his son is not like him any more.He never had friends but his son has.

"Do not worry" said lan zhan as he can Wei wuxian is still said. Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and leaned on lan zhan to support his exhausted body.

Hearing his words, two raging flames sparked in the boy's eyes. He unsheathed the sword on his back and threatened, "What... Did you say?"

The blade of the sword shone a golden light. It was a rare sword of high quality.Wei WuXian examined it attentively, somehow thinking that the sword seemed familiar to him.He didn't think too much about it and began to spin a tiny cloth bag that he held in his hand.

Jin zixuan was horrified " how can you forget my sword " Jiang cheng rolled his eyes at peacock's drama.

Nei huaisang laughed " you are not hanguang-jun so he will remember everything about and your sword... He only knows bichen" teased his friend.

Wei Wuxian blushed " shut up, you know my memory is weak. It's been 13 years, how can I make notes on everyone's sword.., it's hard for me to keep in my memory."

Nei huaisang smiled teasingly "let's see,.." JingYi and jin ling gave boring look to Wei wuxian as they know how much weak memory he has.

It was a makeshift "spirit-locking bag" that he had created a few days ago, using the scraps and pieces of things. As the boy wielded the sword and came toward him, he fished a piece of human-shaped paper out of the spirit-locking bag. He shifted to the side, avoiding the attack, and slapped the paper onto his opponent's back.

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