Wei WuXian, also known as the Yiling Patriarch, was feared and hated by many until his death by his own Shidi but what if...that never happen?
What if there is someone else who stood in his place as the evil Demonic Cultivator,
who would give up any...
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"Hmph, that damn A-Qiao! She doesn't know how to quit, does she?" Wei WuHui scowled as she sat nonchalantly on one of Magnolia's branches as she swings her legs while staring up at the quiet night sky. Feeling the soft breeze brushing against her skin. Her mood brooding as she recalls where her sworn sister's persistence in trying to get answers about her's and Lan XiChen's relationship.
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"Isn't that a bit too high to be sitting there, WuHui?"
The sudden voice startled the life out of the maiden as she somewhat loses her balance but managed to regain it by holding onto the tree's trunk. Wei WuHui looked down and saw that it was Lan XiChen, her usual midnight companion down below as he stared back at her with his soft brown eyes.
"Would you stop that, ZeWu-Jun? This is the third time you did that act." Wei WuHui frowned lightly.
Lan XiChen chuckled. "My apologies, WuHui but didn't I told you that you can call me XiChen?" Then a playful grin appeared on his face. "Or even better, Huan-Gege?"
Wei WuHui gave a weirded-out look to the latter as bright redness creeps up her face. "Y-You!" She exclaimed before flusteredly throwing one of her shoes at the male.
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