I start walking to where they want to meet. I destroyed their home. I destroyed it. I have a gift for Yanli. Her husband is waiting for her. It's arranged in flowers. I bite my lip. My chest still burns in pain. I grip it. I have to find away to not die. I can't die.
"Xian? Are you there?" Yanli asks.
I let out a breath.
"Wei! Show yourself!" Jiang Cheng yells.
I roll my eyes. I shoot my hand forward. A black rope ties around his neck.
"Shut up will ya? Shut the fuck up." I raise my hand.
I walk out. I throw Jiang Cheng back.
"Xian! Please. We just want to talk." Yanli says.
"Fine." I lower my hand.
The rope dissapears.
"I hope this is worth my time." I say.
I sit down. Yanli opens a picnic basket.
"We made soup. Do you want some?" Yanli asks.
"Lotus Rib Soup, I presume?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Yes, your favorite." She smiles.
She hands me a bowl. I take it. I let out a chuckle.
"It would have been had the poison not burned my entire stomach to a crisp." I say.
I remove my cloak. She gasps when she sees the whole.
"Eight years of fuck I had to endure and you two did nothing. Not that I blame cowards." I stand up.
"Bastard!" Jiang Cheng throws his whip forward.
I grab it.
"Watch it. I'm just about to give you a gift." I flick my hands.
He goes flying.
"A gift?" Yanli asks.
"An eternal gift." I snap my fingers.
I hear the blood curdling roar of my creation. A sly grin forms on my face. It charges. My masterpiece. It grabs Jiang Cheng. I let out a soft chuckle. A perfect weapon. His skin was gray, and his eyes were bloodshot red. Under my total control.
"Do you like your husband now?" I run my hands over his neck.
"What did you do to him?!" Yanli yells.
"Gave him what he deserved." I say.
"Wei Wuxian! What happened to you?!" Jiang Cheng spews out.
I gesture. He drops Jiang Cheng. I lift his head up.
"You did, you mother fucker." I punch him in the face.
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