It was shaking so hard that Xie Lian couldn’t keep a hold on it; he could only watch helplessly as the Lang Qianqiu budaoweng doll fell out of his arms and onto the ground, spinning wildly back and forth. Hua Cheng didn’t spare it a look, but he undid the spell. There was a blast of red smoke, and Lang Qianqiu’s form leapt out from within.
Raised as royalty, high and mighty, he had never been wronged like this in his entire life. He pointed at Qi Rong in rage.
“How could you slander me so easily?! An Le and I were friends! Just who are you accusing of killing him?!”
Qi Rong was also shocked to see him jump out. “You’re Lang Qianqiu? Why the fuck are you here too?!”