"A spear always needs a suitable shield."

"If it's you," Luo Jiujiang heard the loosening in Han Qianling's words and couldn't help but curl his eyes, "Spear would rather hope to find another spear."

They were always tied together, one wielding a knife while the other wielded a sword, one playing the qin while the other learned to play the xiao. When Luo Jiujiang secretly went to the ancestral hall to look through the family tree, Han Qianling would stand guard for him. When Han Qianling was gossiped about behind his back, Luo Jiujiang would jump out and give the perpetrator of the insults a good scolding.

They are just that close.

In his spare time, Luo Jiujiang also imagined his future. With his natural talent, it would be easy for him to join a sect and become an inner disciple, or even be sent to the upper realm. In the process, he might even determine his own sword intent, become a peak master and protector, and take in a bunch of young disciples. But even if everyone in the sect called him elder, he would still jump out the window at night to chat and drink with Han Qianling next door.

Qianling would, of course, be next door to him; they were always meant to be together. Whatever sect he joined, Qianling would join too, and vice versa. If there was a grand competition within the sect and he came in second, there would be no one but Han Qianling to take first place. Once he found his own sword intent, he had no doubt Han Qianling wouldn't be able to devise a powerful move of equal caliber.

They used to be two sharp blades standing side by side, and they will be two terrifying weapons in the future. No one has to give in to the other, and no one has to abandon the other.

Before that almost sentencing scene, Luo Jiujiang had never even thought that he would be separated from Qian Ling.

The dragon covered in blood, with even the clouds around it wet and turned into a scarlet color, appeared before his eyes again.

He had always said that Han Qianling was his best friend, his arm, a part of his life. For nearly a decade, the name Han Qianling had been inseparable from him, his every frown and smile woven into his flesh and blood. If fate had wanted to tear them apart, it would have done so with utter devastation.

This separation was too cruel, too tragic, and too unexpected. At a certain moment, Luo Jiujiang was almost overwhelmed by the huge pain that felt like cutting his heart and flesh, but he was Luo Jiujiang, and he would not fall.

When his most important friend left, he would travel across the world to find him; when a part of his life turned into a dragon and flew away in front of him, even if he burned out the last bit of his life, he would still drag the other person's tail and pull him back into his arms; when the deepest part of his flesh and blood was being pulled out alive, he would endure the severe pain and pick up what belonged to him bit by bit.

A thought emerged in Luo Jiujiang's mind as clearly as it could be, and his answer was equally true.

Qianling likes him.

He also...likes Qianling.

Perhaps all spears in the world should be combined with shields, but as long as that person is Qian Ling, no matter he wants to make a spear, a sword, or even a mace, Luo Jiujiang is still willing to be with him.

"Qianling..." Luo Jiujiang slowly closed his eyes, those warm and happy memories of the past slowly flowing through his heart. He remembered the strange look on the other person's face when he asked him what he thought of two men together. "...You really should have told me earlier."

He cast his gaze towards the vast snowy wind, and clasped his fingers together lightly, as if holding someone's hand countless times in the past. "From childhood to adulthood, what haven't I promised you?"

Luo Jiujiang thought of that love song again. It carried with it endless nostalgia and tenderness, echoing through the dark, empty, and perilous turbulence. It clung to every inch of Luo Jiujiang's skin, becoming his most unexpected, yet most natural, armor.

But when did Qianling sing this song? He went out alone at night, diving deep into the deep and cold sea, groping in the salty and bitter water to find a conch engraved with a sound, and placed all his passionate and focused emotions in a conch, a song.

——When he sang that song, he didn’t even think that Luo Jiujiang would really hear it.

Luo Jiujiang shuddered. At this moment, he was so eager to see Han Qianling, even if he could only give him a look and say a word to him.

You are my spear, you are my shield, you are my strongest armor, and you are the person I have been inseparable from since I was ignorant.

In the midst of the wind and snow, Luo Jiujiang slowly pressed his chest. In an instant, he couldn't bear the separation even for a moment.

The author has something to say: Short paragraph:

Luo Jiujiang has many gay friends. He has been ambitious all his life and has shared life and death with his close friends.

Someone asked Han Qianling curiously: It seems that the Sword God treats you no differently than he treats other friends?

Dragon God Han Qianling replied calmly: No, he would bend himself to be gay just for me while thinking about it - the whole process took less than a quarter of an hour from beginning to end.

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When you see this chapter updated, the author should be on the way to travel =w=, because of the travel, the thanks for the overlord ticket may not be timely these two days, emmmm... It is also possible to stop updating_(:3∠)_, if there is no update by 9 o'clock, and there is no movement in the comments and Weibo, please forgive me, little angels, covering my face...

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Thanks to the following list of Overlord Tickets:

Thanks to Shaohua Chuyin for the rocket launcher x2

Thanks to Mingyun for the mine x2

Thanks to Yuxi for the mine x1

Thanks to carn for the mine x1

Thanks for the mine x1