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Jin Ling: "The chair was placed right next to my bed. At first nobody was there, but a while later, a person in black suddenly appeared on it."

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

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'Sir' was the honorific by which all disciples and cultivators of the GusuLan Sect referred to Lan QiRen. Any mention of 'Sir' meant him and only him. Wei WuXian gloated, "It's fine, I knew. It's not the first day your Sir is fireproof, thief-proof, and Wei-Ying-proof. You've seen his success rates? He probably feels like his well-nurtured cabbage was dug up by a pig*. It's only natural he's a bit more fiery than usual, hahahaha…"

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

Fantasy · olashile

Only a while after the soup had been finished was the main course finally brought forth. On every table were three dishes placed in small plates, either green or white. They were no different from the food served when Wei WuXian was studying here. After all these years, apart from the increasing bitterness, there was no change at all. Partly because of geography and partly because of personality, Wei WuXian liked strong tastes, especially spice, and regarded meat as a necessity. When faced with such plain dishes, he didn't really didn't have an appetite, munching them down without even knowing what he ate. Meanwhile, Lan QiRen's eyes swept by once in awhile, glaring at him just like back when he taught him, ready to pick on him and make him leave at all time. It was because Wei WuXian was abnormally well-behaved that he couldn't do anything and had to give up.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

Fantasy · olashile

To drink soup before the meal was a habit of the GusuLan Sect's. The dish was held in a plain bowl made of black, smooth porcelain, small enough to be held in one's palm. Under the dainty lid was, as expected, a whole lot of green and yellow leaves, roots, and bark.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

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After the sect leader was seated, Lan XiChen began with a few simple words of courtesy, and the banquet began.

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

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Wei WuXian, "…"

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

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Lan WangJi, "I can try."

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

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Seeing his eyelids droop, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed, Wei WuXian grew even bolder in his words, "You can even do me upside-down?"

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

Fantasy · olashile

Perhaps when I'm older, I'd fall in love with writing about young, carefree characters. But when the time comes, I hope that it's not because I miss my past youth, but rather because no matter how many years have passed, no matter when, no matter where I'll always be young at heart!

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

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