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𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 !!

junshang​ / other landlord

STARES AT SHANG QINGHUA.        do mobei jun and shang shishu have a complaint to share with this lord ?     

      he just looks at him. then sticks his airpods back in his ears. qinghua can handle this.

ah junshang,    it seems mobei jun’s little plaything  is implying  your empire would fall without him ……   how insolent.    perhaps being wed to mobei jun has emboldened him. 

HUH,      this lord was unaware shang shishu worked at all.        

numinousdread​ / landlord

❝       𝐍𝐎𝐖, no need to fight everyone ….. are we not peak lords ?       ❞  

“   let them fight. it’s not like they’re actively embarrassing the sect in front of the cultivation world.   ”

maybe  if  you  were  better  at  your  job,  you  slacker   —

your  brilliant  what  huh  ?  you  mean  your  burdensome  TINY  universe  that  I’M  FIXING  ??!!  i  can’t  hear  you  over  how  small  it  is.  we  still  haven’t  had  that  castration  arc,  maybe  i’ll  fix  that  too,  wouldn’t  that  be  fun  bro  ?

nevermind i hate you. die.

Sqh, who just had a concussion: no complaints yet haha!

     HE WATCHES QINGHUA WITH VERY LITTLE EXPRESSION. Watches as he flounders with his own thoughts, growing flushed and anxious. He’s rambling again, something under his breath about heavenly demons. Cute, he thinks, wondering quietly how soft his cheeks feel. How he’d jump if he reached out to grab his waist. Ridiculous.

❝       Hmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn .................     ❞   

     𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 vaguely constipated as he’s pacing back and forth -- only to turn heel and running head long with .. WITH ... ONE OF THE VERY DEMONS HE CURSED HIMSELF WITH WITNESSING THEIR COLOSSAL CHESTS BREASTING BOOBILY AROUND THE JIANGHU.  In fact he doesn’t even meet Mobei Jun’s eyes, his own trained upon the pale strip of straight up chest peeking out of the fur cloak of his king’s robes. He starts to grind his teeth and move his jaw back and forth, puffing a little, PETURBED.