Within one day, HanGuang-Jun had kneeled in such a way so many times in front of him. Although Lan WangJi looked quite serious, he really couldn't bear to look at the scene. Wei WuXian spoke, "I'll do it myself." Quickly rolling up the trouser legs, he could see that the Curse Mark covered the entire lower half of his leg, passed his knees, and climbed onto the upper half. Wei WuXian took a glance at it, "It's already passed my thighs."
"That looks so painful." said a random cultivator.
"A-niang." mumbled Sizhui.
People gave Wei Wuxian a worried look.
"Hey guys I'm fine. Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
"Promise me that you will never do such thing again." said Sizhui.
Wei Wuxian just shrugged his shoulders while avoiding his son's gaze.
Lan WangJi turned his head away and did not answer. Wei WuXian found it quite odd, "Lan Zhan?"
Only then did Lan WangJi turn to the front again, gaze still slightly off to the side. Seeing this, Wei WuXian blinked his eyes, wanting to make fun of him for some reason. Just as he was about to tease Lan WangJi, a shattering sound suddenly came from by the desk.
"Whye does it seems that every moment of your life, you wanted to tease him?" asked Jin Zixuan.
"It's fun." answered Wei Wuxian.
"In such situation, you still think of teasing the other. You're really can't be serious for a second, do you?" asked Jiang Cheng.
Wei Wuxian just grinned at him.
They both stood up to look. The teacups and teapot broke to pieces on the ground. A Qiankun Pouch lay amid the white shards of porcelain and the tea that spilled out. The surface of the bag went up and down, as if something was trapped inside, eager to come out.
Although the Qiankun Pouch was only the size of a fist, it was specially made to store things. Complex incantations were also sewn on both the inside and the outside, adding a few more sealing layers. Lan WangJi originally sealed the arm inside the pouch and put it under a teacup on the table. Now, seeing its agitation, they finally remembered that it was time to perform Rest. If not for the short nightly duets they perform to calm it, no matter how strong the Qiankun Pouch's power of suppression was, it couldn't trap the ghost hand alone.
"Just what's with that arm?" asked a younger disciple.
"Resentment." answered Wei Wuxian.
"Now I remember it, I have foods here in my qiankun pouch. I have been hungry since the start of this viewing." said Jibgyi while taking out his pouch.
"Who guys want to have some apples?" he asked and Wei Wuxian immediately run to him.
"I want one. I want one." he said and snatch the qiankun pouch.
"I'll also have these steamed buns and this chili sauce." he said before tossing the qiankun pouch back to Jingyi.
"No! That's chili sauce is for my a-niang. If you want one then ask your son." Jingyi said and snatched the bottle back.
Wei Wuxian pouted but still asked Sizhui for the sauce.
Wei WuXian felt for the bamboo flute that had been by his waist, but he found nothing. Turning around, he saw that Lan WangJi already had the flute in his hands. Lan WangJi's head tilted slightly downward. He only handed the flute back after carving on it for a while, in a dedicated manner. Taking the flute back, Wei WuXian noticed that, after it had been adjusted, even rough details such as the finger holes were much finer.
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MDZS Characters Watching the Future
Fanfiction"Great news! Wei WuXian has died!" "Wait- WHAT?!" "But I'm still here." The juniors (Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, and Ouyang Zizhen) accidentally touched an array that teleported the people from the past to an unknown place. This story is based...