But this twig, this nuisance, this excuse of a warrior — Beitang Moran, who has never taken a sword finally remembers the shape of a blade and progresses to attaining it. Transfixed, Lan Wangji nearly expects the slim, narrow needle to tease free of master Beitang's hand, but no, this is no time for play, for games of gore, for the taking of chances.
He decides, all at once, to be the better person. The man of sacrifice. The —
...false dog who tips his head back and, gazing with impatient agony at a ceiling-barred sky — howls pitifully, reedy and breaking.
Well.
Well, he tried. Now, your turn, Beitang Moran, as the fox bride already quiets in her chambers. )
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But this twig, this nuisance, this excuse of a warrior — Beitang Moran, who has never taken a sword finally remembers the shape of a blade and progresses to attaining it. Transfixed, Lan Wangji nearly expects the slim, narrow needle to tease free of master Beitang's hand, but no, this is no time for play, for games of gore, for the taking of chances.
He decides, all at once, to be the better person. The man of sacrifice. The —
...false dog who tips his head back and, gazing with impatient agony at a ceiling-barred sky — howls pitifully, reedy and breaking.
Well.
Well, he tried. Now, your turn, Beitang Moran, as the fox bride already quiets in her chambers. )