Chapter 281
The flags above suddenly caught fire. Ash scattered across the sky like a sudden storm. At the moment the banner […]
A debauched, good-for-nothing dandy gong versus a beautiful, vengeful shou.
A vicious dog versus a mad hound.
The six prefectures of Zhongbo are handed over to foreign enemies. Shen Zechuan is escorted to the capital under arrest, reduced to a drowned dog that everyone feels entitled to kick. Xiao Chiye catches the scent and, instead of letting others do it, personally kicks Shen Zechuan until he becomes a sickly wreck. Who would have thought that this so-called invalid would turn around and bite back, tearing Xiao Chiye bloody? From that moment on, the two form a deep-seated feud—whenever they meet, they tear into each other without fail.
“Fate demands that I spend my life guarding this place, but this was never the road I chose. Yellow sands have buried my brothers’ limbs. I no longer wish to submit to an empty destiny. An imperial decree cannot save my soldiers; the court cannot feed my horses. I refuse to give my life for this again. I will cross that mountain. I will fight one battle—for myself.”
One-on-one. Happy ending. Happy ending. Happy ending.
Warnings:
Main pairing: Xiao Chiye x Shen Zechuan (Xiao is the gong, Shen is the shou).
There is a yuri subplot, and it involves important characters.
The gong is even more of a bastard than the older brothers in the author’s previous works.
The author claims to be a no-skill demon king, practicing pacing.
The flags above suddenly caught fire. Ash scattered across the sky like a sudden storm. At the moment the banner […]
The flag overhead suddenly ignited. Ashes filled the sky, swirling down in a dense drift. At the moment the banner
The hawk crashed into the hunting falcons and, under the combined assault, let out a shrill cry. Flames, carried by
Amur’s entire life had been devoted to pushing the Twelve Tribes west of the Tea River. Plunder, plunder. People of
The gentlemen dispersed only at the hour of Xu (7–9 p.m.). The door curtain rose and fell repeatedly, yet Yao
Without knowing how long it had passed, Shen Zechuan plucked off the plum blossoms and crushed them in his hand.
Snow fell thickly, blurring the line between sky and dawn. At the first moment of Yin hour, eunuchs inside the
The ceremonial robes of the Chunsheng Emperor were all newly designed styles. Shen Zechuan wore white. The Ministry of Imperial
“I heard it’s an imported mirror,” Kong Ling smiled. “Crystal clear and bright, it reflects people very clearly. The Dragon
Snow fell onto the water’s surface, startling a sand gull into flight. A man with graying temples wore a bamboo