Hualian and Qi Rong, violence, T
"That's rich," Xie Lian scoffs, poking Qi Rong with the toe of his shoe. "What are you going to do from down there?"
"Just wait!" Qi Rong cries, struggling under Hua Cheng's boot. "This ancestor will become a Supreme very soon, and then you'll be fucking sorry!"
"Sure," Hua Cheng drawls. "It's only been eight hundred years since you started trying. I'm sure you'll get there soon."
"Fuck you!!!"
Crunch. Xie Lian's shoe settles on Qi Rong's head. Blessedly, the noise stops.
"Want to go have dinner?" Xie Lian asks his husband.
"Let me just take out the trash first," Hua Cheng says sweetly, snapping his fingers. An angry, wobbly toy takes the place of the biggest nuisance they know.