sha po lang quotes

illustrations in sha po lang [ 杀破狼 ] – a complete thread.

Shen Jiping seemed like a gentle and eloquent person, a soft man who could be easily pushed around. But any examination of his actions would quickly spoil this notion: every decision he made was shockingly controversial.

So it wasn’t until she heard these words that she relaxed—no matter what, so long as the Marquis of Anding was safe and sound, there would always be one person who could stop Chang Geng and pull him back.

Gu Yun picked up his cup of tea and sipped it to moisten his throat. He didn’t join the conversation, but only grinned. His grin was so large the corners of his eyes curled up with it, warm as anything.

“Let’s consider what we can do with the Longan Bank. Recall the three things I told you we must rip from our noble adversaries’ hands: the silver in their wallets, the land beneath their feet, and the respect of the world’s scholars.”

Chang Geng could no longer lie to himself. This time, in his dream, he had truly and unreservedly been…he had truly and unreservedly been defiling his young godfather.

The captives were shocked stupid by this Marquis of Order who acted even more bandit-like than the bandits themselves.

The second she saw Chang Geng, she skipped the formalities and delivered her opening salvo: “It can be cured.” Those few words were enough to freeze Chang Geng in place for more than a moment, until, lightheaded, he finally let out his held breath.

But still Chang Geng wasn’t satisfied. Mesmerized, he ran his teeth lightly over Gu Yun’s jaw and neck, as if looking for a place to bite—for all the world like he wanted to swallow him, blood and bone.

The old housekeeper of the Marquis Estate thought those imposing gates at the entrance must be cursed by some barbarian sorcery. Every single child who crossed through those gates, whether born to the family or taken in from outside, was more trouble than the last.

Thinking back now, Chang Geng could no longer recall how he’d screwed up the courage to drop everything—to leave the Marquis Estate and Gu Yun.

He turned over angrily, facing away from Gu Yun with the words fuck off writ large on his back. But Gu Yun didn’t fuck off. He watched Chang Geng until his breathing slowly evened out. Only then did he gently tuck the blanket around him and rise to leave.

But he, Gu Yun, had no father, mother, wife, or child, nor any other mortal ties. In all the vastness of the world, he didn’t know who should receive his final testament.

Gu Yun was speechless. When did this kid become such a sweet talker? he thought, helpless. How lethal.

Gu Yun tugged him closer and murmured into his ear, “I wish…to spend the rest of my life growing old with you.”

“Do you get nightmares too?” Gu Yun promptly shot off his mouth. “Of course not.” But the moment the words left his lips, Gu Yun remembered Shen Yi telling him to treat Chang Geng with sincerity.

Prince Yan’s bold deeds had shocked the whole of society. Following the establishment of the Grand Council, there had been an unending stream of memorials, regular as the rising sun, seeking to impeach him.

“Your Highness, the heavier your heart grows, the more difficult it will be to control yourself. Have you been getting enough rest?” The laugh that escaped Chang Geng was a grim one.

He sat beside the bed, stiff as a board, and struggled to so much as turn his head. Every expression of joy, rage, or sorrow had been sealed off his face by acupuncture needles, and he could neither cry nor laugh.

With a tug, twist, and crack, he broke the assassin’s arm and seized the oddly shaped Dongying sword in the blink of an eye. The heavy blade sprang lightly from Shen Yi’s hand and sliced through the air, aiming straight for Liu Chongshan’s face.

His face was incredibly handsome, almost violently so—he had a high nose, a hairline so neat it might have been carved by a knife, and deep-set eyes that glimmered like cold stars.