MBJ crowling out of sqh computer 🙏🙏

#mxtxtober day 10, fan🪭

my favorite little schemer and manipulator~

[ #mdzs #niehuaisang #mdzsfanart ]

day 9: head shaker

#niehuaisang #mdzs #theuntamed #nhs

Should his cultivation come to fruition, he would become more irascible by the day and end up like his older brother and all those that had come before him: berserk and dying alongside a saber that would curse the world after his death.

Poster for the 2020 follow-up film to The Untamed — Fatal Journey. It's a rainy, grayscale scene, with the saber Baxia oversized, a bloody hand reaching for the blade and three small figures standing above the hilt (Nie Mingjue, Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang).

Dang, the poster for Fatal Journey slaps. Just in case anyone needed reminding!

Digital character sketch of Nie Huaisang, the grandmaster of demonic cultivation fandom. Colour sketch of a guy looking slightly upwards and holding a fan. Now a shadow has been added on him, so the drawing looks almost finished.

They say history is a canvas, painted by heroes with swords and sabers. And Leader Nie just adds a few strokes with his fan. In the right places

Fear not the one who shouts loudly, but the one who quietly rustles his fan in the corner🤫

#MDZS #NieHuaisang #Qinghe #Grandmaster_Of_Demonic_Cultivation

Nie Huaisang was clutching his arm, which had been wounded by Nie Mingjue’s saber. He shuffled arduously toward him, dragging one leg, moved to tears of joy upon seeing that his brother had suddenly stilled.

“*Da-ge!!*”

But Nie Huaisang didn’t make it to his side before Nie Mingjue collapsed to the ground.

Nie Huaisang was still feeling complacent. “I’m never going to master it anyway. I’m not training anymore today!”

Nie Huaisang was unenthusiastic about his practice, especially given the scorching sun, so his efforts were half-hearted at best. He only took a couple more swings before claiming he was tired and joyfully trotting over to see what gifts Jin Guangyao had come bearing this time.

Whilst alive, Nie Mingjue had often been anxious about his little brother’s lack of progress and been extremely strict in disciplining him. Nonetheless, Nie Huaisang remained hopeless.

Perhaps the blank, helpless expression on Nie Huaisang’s face was a mask. He could be reluctant to admit that he treated others as his pawns, placed no value on their lives.

The more Nie Huaisang spoke, the sadder he became.

Next to Nie Mingjue was Nie Huaisang. In contrast to his older brother, he was smartly dressed as always, stylishly accessorized with his saber and jade pendants.

The more Nie Huaisang spoke, the sadder he became.