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In a rush, as though afraid he won't be able to get the words out if he doesn't do it all at once, Shen Wei says, "I thought I saw Gui Mian…in the surveillance footage from Hangzhou." 

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"This is definitely your fault," Wu Xie glares at Pangzi.
"What? Slander! It's you they're asking about, how does that make it my fault?" Pangzi asks.
"You were the one complaining two weeks ago about how boring things have been. You definitely jinxed us." 

Chu Shuzhi tries to re-visit a custom from his past.

In which the Guardian team lends a hand for a mystery Wu Xie still wonders about.

Chu Shuzhi, ep 36: “I used to be a Dixingren.”

Shen Wei's first conversation with the Flower Yashou had been cut short by Zhao Yunlan’s arrival; he should complete his introductions and confirm that she was, as her name suggested, the Flower Tribe elder.

The cover depicted a bare-chested man wearing a hooded black cloak, a mask chased with silver, and thigh-high boots over extremely tight leather trousers. He held a swooning woman clad in equally impractical attire in one arm, and brandished a sword with his free hand. The woman was clutching a lollipop, and both figures were buffeted by particularly dramatic gales of wind as streams of lava flowed past their feet.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate this publication,” Shen Wei managed, sounding slightly strangled in his own ears.

A new romance genre takes Dragon City by storm. Shen Wei does not approve, and Zhao Yunlan is both ruthless and cunning. [podfic version]

Zhao Yunlan is fifteen when he attends the ceremonial signing of the new Haixing–Dixing–Yashou Treaty.

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei, after.

"You will regret touching them," Zhao Yunlan grinds out, pushing himself up from the floor. He only gets about halfway, before a hand grabs him by the hair, yanking his head up until he's staring at a masked face.

"I'm sure I will," Heipaoshi agrees almost gently, crouching in front of him.

Podfic of It’s Written There in Your Eyes by tinypinkmouse.

"You will regret touching them," Zhao Yunlan grinds out, pushing himself up from the floor. He only gets about halfway, before a hand grabs him by the hair, yanking his head up until he's staring at a masked face.

"I'm sure I will," Heipaoshi agrees almost gently, crouching in front of him.

Like everyone in Longcheng, Zhao Yunlan grew up hearing stories of the dragon whose body encircled the city. Most of them said that Longcheng’s prosperity—and isolated safety from the demons that were said to haunt the mainland—were due to the dragon’s guardianship, which made sense; why else would the city be named as it was? There was nothing particularly draconic about the city, nor any mountain or lake shaped like a dragon’s face. It must be named in thanksgiving, or so the legends went.

Still, it was one thing to hear the stories.

It was quite another to meet them face-to-face.

The new king, Zhao Yunlan, selects knights for his round table.

Zhao Yunlan drives like a maniac while in the back seat, Chu Shuzhi tries to keep Heipaoshi alive until they can get him help.

This was not what Zhao Yunlan had expected when he'd gone home with Shen Wei. The nudity, sure. The chains, not so much.

Now that Fraser is done having meetings at the Ministry of Secrets and Phenomena, they can relax at the SID headquarters with some proper food.

This was not what Zhao Yunlan had expected when he'd gone home with Shen Wei. The nudity, sure. The chains, not so much.

Podfic of Don't Go Home With Strangers by tinypinkmouse.

Shen Wei, Wu Xie and Zhao Yunlan have a talk about the thunder and how Wu Xie actually lost his soulfire.

Shen Wei is writing something on Zhao Yunlan's palm with his finger, humming quietly as he does so. It takes a moment for Zhao Yunlan's sleepy mind to catch up with what Shen Wei is writing on his skin.