silvysartfulness:Chapter IX - Bitter Medicine of Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It is up! :D Xue

silvysartfulness:Chapter IX - Bitter Medicine of Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It is up! :D Xue Yang hadalways envisioned his death would be a magnificentblaze of violence - red-hot slashes of sharp iron, a carnageof blood and bone, dragging a dozen enemies down with him to hell.But when thecareening cart bore down on him he was just something small -curled up, frozen, seven years old again. There was a hardimpact, darkness. A merciful end to the cruelty of existing, at last.The very lastthing he knew was the echo of his own whimpered scream.***There was such afamiliarity to the scene when he slowly came to again that hissluggish thoughts wondered in confusion if he had somehow gone backin time, been given that desperate chance to start all over thatsometimes haunted his unguarded dreams.Pain, but druggeddull and distant, and a presence beside him he would have killed for,died for, lived for. Smooth, slender fingers tangled with hisown.Xiao Xingchen.“You’re awake.”The fingerswithdrew, and he could have screamed, felt his hand twitch, desperatefor them to return.“I’m not,” hemanaged, slurred, lips and tongue uncooperative. “You have noproof. Put that hand back.”He forced his eyesopen with great effort, vision swimming, but he did catch the shadowof a reluctant smile on Xiao Xingchen’s lips before it flitted away.He knew he wasalive then, and that Xiao Xingchen had survived the spell-break, too.It could have been some blessed afterlife, but if there wasone thing he had always known with absolute certainty, it was thatthey were fate-bound for very different final destinations. XiaoXingchen, ethereal, one foot already halfway into Heaven. Himself…Probably to be reborn as something feral with teeth, a dog if he waslucky, if that wasn’t aiming too high.Romanticallyinclined cultivators liked to wax poetic of bonds transcendinglifetimes – he had always known this brief one would betheir one shot. Another reason why it had to be made to matter.———Weekly meal of feels, all set up and served. Come and get it! (We can have a little comfort to offset the hurt. As a treat.)As always - comments, questions, tags and asks are the crucial fuel for this human writing machine, so consider pitching in with a word or two if you want this story to keep going. ♥♥♥ -- source link

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