Mudaozushi Stories

The mighty empire , ruled by a ruthless emperor Wang Yibo and a wize empress Xiao Zhan . The two unseperatible lashing love and harmony in their mind , soles as well as their Kingdom........until the fate strikes and brought them into such circumstances where they have to survive without each other .....till they meet again .... watching the sunset . #yizhan #bl #homophobic #angst

Đồng nhân Ma Đạo Tổ Sư Nguyên tác: Mặc Hương Đồng Khứu Tác giả đồng nhân: Jun ................................ Đây là đồng nhân viết về Mạc Huyền Vũ, thật sự là tui đã chú ý đến nhân vật này từ những dòng đầu tiên khi đọc Ma Đạo, đã muốn viết về Huyền Vũ từ đó đến giờ. Nhưng vì đủ loại lý do, chỉ đến khi vô tình tìm được dou về Mạc Huyền Vũ, như giọt nước tràn ly, tui đã bỏ quẳng tất cả mà ngồi viết về nhân vật ấy. Mạc Huyền Vũ ạ, dù cậu là nhân vật phụ, nhưng giá trị của cậu vẫn chẳng thua kém nhân vật chính. Ngày lên cơn viết: 23/01/2019

( hii there everyone so I'm recontinuing it ) The Guanyin Temple had been destroyed, and Jin Guangyao was dead. The truth about his deeds, in collusion with Xue Yang and Su She, was finally revealed. The mysterious circumstances surrounding the Red Blood Master's sudden death, the secrets of Nevernight, and the truth behind all the deaths were also uncovered. All allegations against Wei Ying, courtesy name Wuxian, had been proven false. Lan Wangji was overjoyed. At last, he and Wei Ying could look forward to a life of peace and happiness. They were traveling together with Little Apple when Wei Ying suddenly stopped. Turning to Wangji, he said, "Lan Zhan, Gusu is on the other side, and I need to go this way. Will you walk with me forever?" Wangji looked at him, confused. "You want me to travel with you?" Wei Ying interrupted before Wangji could finish. "It's okay if you don't want to come, Lan Zhan. It seems our paths have diverged." "Anyway, Lan Zhan, you have many responsibilities now." They played their final song together, tears welling up in Wangji's eyes. Wei Ying, avoiding Wangji's gaze, turned away. "You should go towards the Cloud Recesses," he said, then began to move in the opposite direction. Wei Ying ascended a high hill and, with a sad smile, began to play a mournful tune on his flute. If I looked back now, I could never leave you. Perhaps you don't feel for me the way I do for you, Lan Zhan. Maybe you don't see me the way I see you. Never mind, my journey will continue with your memories, Lan Zhan. Unable to control his emotions, he played the flute continuously, tears streaming down his face. Wangji, hearing the poignant melody, was too overwhelmed to speak. He understood the depth of Wei Ying's unspoken words. Meanwhile, on the other side, some cultivators had complained about the Yiling Patriarch and his black magic to an immortal who had come to Earth. A death sentence for the Yiling Patriarch was soon to be decreed in heaven.