Tch, that doesn't mean shit, you never think anything I say has value, I could say something as valuable as every single one of Xian Le's treasures combined and you're treat it like dust on your shoe.
You have yet to give me an actual answer, Qi Rong. There's no point in lying to me - I know you weren't the one to do so.
[ not that he knows it was him.... but, he knows this was DEFINITELY not qi rong. ] Even still, whether you are lying or not, it is good to know that the Bai Wuxiang is gone. May the souls it tormented rest in peace.
Why should I feel humble about wiping that fucker out when he wiped out all our people, huh? What, you want me to wallow for eight hundred years? I'm not the one who failed to protect them in the first place.
[ there's a flash of a look on his face - brows furrowed, angry. that got under his skin a little. ]
If I must humble you further, I will. I could not beat the White No-Face, and you couldn't dream of beating me. Not now, not eight hundred years from now, and not ever.
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[he smirks, because he got under xie lian's skin!! but the smirk is short-lived because xie lian promptly gets under his skin. he scowls.]
Tch, look at you, so fucking full of yourself. Eight hundred years from now, you can't do a fucking thing without clinging to the knees of a ghost. How the mighty have fucking fallen!
[ absolutely not - xie lian grabs his sleeve before he gets away from him, because you've done did it now! he's been trying to hold this knowledge of the future over xie lian's head, and while his lies are wild and ridiculous, this story just keeps happening, and xie lian is tired of it. ]
What are you talking about? What nonsense are you spewing?
Hahahaha, nonsense! [something about that cracks him up, even as he's trying to tug his sleeve free of xie lian's grip (and failing).] It's not fucking nonsense! Just wait eight hundred years, you'll see it for yourself...
[ he is not letting go, grip very tight, mouth drawn into almost a scowl. how frustrating, how unendingly frustrating, even for him - ] You ramble like a lunatic.
For that matter, eight hundred years from now is irrelevant. You can insult a me of the future, but I'm the person standing in front of you.
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Who the fuck do you think got rid of the Bai Xuxiang?
[another lie, but he says it with such confidence.]
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laughs, once - a surprised noise he muffles. ]
I see. How very impressive.
[ he absolutely does not believe that for even a second yea ]
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[he HEARD THAT]
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[ tilting his head? ]
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He's Waiting ]
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[ not that he knows it was him.... but, he knows this was DEFINITELY not qi rong. ] Even still, whether you are lying or not, it is good to know that the Bai Wuxiang is gone. May the souls it tormented rest in peace.
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[ :) ]
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It wasn't ME everyone was praying to.
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If I must humble you further, I will. I could not beat the White No-Face, and you couldn't dream of beating me. Not now, not eight hundred years from now, and not ever.
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Tch, look at you, so fucking full of yourself. Eight hundred years from now, you can't do a fucking thing without clinging to the knees of a ghost. How the mighty have fucking fallen!
[
he storms off.]
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What are you talking about? What nonsense are you spewing?
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[ he is not letting go, grip very tight, mouth drawn into almost a scowl. how frustrating, how unendingly frustrating, even for him - ] You ramble like a lunatic.
For that matter, eight hundred years from now is irrelevant. You can insult a me of the future, but I'm the person standing in front of you.
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