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If Wei Wuxian were to describe it, it is like a surprise. One moment, they are at a banquet held by Jins after the war, the next– poof! They appeared in a somewhat strange place with nothing but darkness, light—just to see the others of course— and a strange-looking mirror. It did not escape his eyes that aside from them, there were also foreign faces.
"Wei Wuxian! What have you done again?!" And of course, everyone present would think that this is also his doing! As if he is that bored! Additionally, how could he do that if he—
Never mind.
"Of course, it's his doing! He does dark and evil tricks!"
"What should we do? We need to get out of here!"
"Free us or we'll punish you, Wei Wuxian!"
"Excuse me—"
"WHAT?!"
As soon as everybody yelled, a strong force oppressed them, not allowing them to stand straight. Wei Wuxian also felt it, but he was more surprised by the fact that someone apparently has more demonic energy than him? Does that mean he's redeemable?
His gaze landed on the source of the energy, and there he saw people wearing luxurious clothing, even more than the Jins, but not as excessive to the point of ugliness as them. The source of the resentful energy is a tall man (how did he even get that tall? He is taller than Lan Zhan!) with eyepatch on his right eye, wearing red and white robes, and black boots with silver accessories. His eyes are red, and his glare screams murder.
"Don't shout at Gege like that again, or die."
Wei Wuxian wished that he drank more beer at the party.
***
If Xie Lian were to describe it, it's like entering a teleportation array and realizing that you are actually falling from heaven, then getting caught up in the clouds, resulting to various injuries. In short, it's hardship.
Being the new Emperor is, though he hides it, kind of troublesome. Everyday, he would need to dress up the robes he used for the Heavenly Ceremonial Procession, then listen to the gods' complaints and bantering! It's a good thing that San Lang scares them so he could also take a week off (yes, it's a week, not a day, San Lang insisted) but he also could not bear the others to suffer because he did not do his job properly!
Ah, the hardship...
And when he thought he's going to have more time with San Lang, they teleported to this weird place which has nothing but people in it! And strange looking people!
"Gege, are you alright? Nothing broken, nothing bruised?" San Lang asked him, which is very kind of him since when they teleported and fell, he landed on San Lang, which means he could be the one with a bruised back or broken arm right now.
"I am okay, San Lang. I just wonder how we got here."
"Maybe it's your luck," Mu Qing (oh right, he dragged other gods here too! Oh, and some ghosts) sarcastically replied while rolling his eyes.
"It's not—"
"Wei Wuxian! What have you done again?!"
All of their attention went to the other group of people that arrived after them. There, Xie Lian saw a man with golden robes angrily pointing at a black-robed man who is currently hanging his head down and... and brimming of resentful energy?
"Of course, it's his doing! He does dark and evil tricks!"
"What should we do? We need to get out of here!"
"Free us or we'll punish you, Wei Wuxian!"
Their words reminded Xie Lian of many unpleasant memories (his people in Xianle, the jeers of the gods when he ascended the third time, and even San Lang's sufferings—)
"Excuse me—"
"WHAT?!"
He then saw how those men who shouted at him get crushed by San Lang's energy. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
San Lang, don't overdo it...
"Don't shout at Gege like that again, or die," San Lang threatened, silencing those people like a bunch of chickens. Because of that, he cleared his throat and continued what he was supposed to say earlier.
"Excuse me, uh, is this— do you know where this is? I am sorry but I heard your accusations earlier and wanted to uh... interrupt."
A man with an obviously fake but gentle smile on his face bowed at him, and he returned the gesture.
"Speaking to this gongzi, I am sorry. It is also a surprise for us to be brought here. We were just celebrating after winning a war and then..." the man trailed off, but he understood that they also did not know where they are, which means those people from earlier were just accusing people out of nowhere. The question is, what place is in war right now?
"Ling Wen, is there a war ongoing in the mortal realm?"
"As far as my records hold, there is none, Your Highness."
The people from earlier seemed shocked with the address.
"Pardon me but... gongzi, you are a royalty?" Another man with gold robes (why is it always them) and a lecherous face asked him,
"Uh... yes, but—"
"I am deeply sorry for not showing respect, Your Highness. It is really rude of me," the man from earlier apologized, probably because he addressed incorrectly, but Xie Lian does not really care about it. He looked over at San Lang to ask for help, but obviously, he is enjoying that he was being bowed to by those people.
San Lang, spare me the pampering please...
"That's okay! I'm—"
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Everyone became alert when they heard the voice, and even Hua Cheng moved closer to Xie Lian to protect him from whatever that voice is.
"Who are you?! Show yourself!" Xie Lian noticed that the one that spoke is from the other group who's been silent from the beginning. The one who spoke is a man with simple yet elegant robes, and a beauty mark under his left eye.
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"Oh, f*ck!"
Oh, f*ck indeed...
***
If Shen Qingqiu were to describe it, it's like being hurled up and down and all around by a roller coaster. It's not fun at all!
When he noticed that he's thrown in a place similar to the mecha donghuas he watched before, along with his co-peak lords, his disciple slash husband, his two good disciples, Liu Mingyan, and Mobei-jun, he already predicted that this is not going to end good.
HELL! Why is there a silver screen here?! And a large one at that!!! System, what's this scenario?! System?! SYSTEM???!
Sadly, the system did not reply. He's really gonna feedback a bad review rating for the system ah!
"Where the hell are we?!" Liu Qingge whispered with a hiss, and Yue Qingyuan immediately calmed him down.
"Don't lose your temper, Liu-shidi. It's better if we observe our surroundings first."
"Zhangmen-shixiong is correct. Let us all calm down," Shen Qingqiu agreed, but on his mind, he is panicking. He discreetly went to Shang Qinghua's side and asked him, "What did you do?"
"Cucumber-bro! I swear it's not my fault this time!"
He was about to rebut, remembering all the times when Shang Qinghua said he is not involved but turned out to be very much involved, when he heard the two groups of people with them kind of arguing.
Wait, Wei Wuxian? Your Highness? That man with an eyepatch, isn't that the Crimson Rain Sought Flower??!!! Airplane-bro, did you write a CROSSOVER?!?!
He was about to glare and interrogate Shang Qinghua, but got cut off by a voice familiar to him.
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"Shizun, is everything alright? You look pale," Luo Binghe asked, concerned with his husband.
"This Master is fine."
NO I AM NOT!!! THE SYSTEM JUST DID A CROSSOVER! A CROSSOVER AH AH AHHHHH!!!!
"Who are you?! Show yourself!"
[Done loading! Good day, characters. You may call me System 458. It is an honor to meet you all.]
"Oh, f*ck!"
HE DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS!!!