Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 2

“You think too much,” Hua Cheng said lightly.

Xie Lian was slightly taken aback and tilted his head.

“Just focus on doing what you want to do,” Hua Cheng said.

Until finally, when he could no longer tolerate it, he had to stay away and practice the idea of “out of sight, out of mind.”

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?!”

The budaoweng doll had a very round face and body, like a giant calabash gourd. Its brows were long and its eyes black; the expression on its face was strong and good-natured like that of a tiger, though also brimming with naivete. At present, it was glaring, plump with anger, and it carried a fat sword on its back, mightily gallant in its form. It was exactly like Lang Qianqiu, except as a big, lovable toy.

Xie Lian stopped smiling and exclaimed, “Qianqiu?!”

Having lost its target, Ruoye returned with a whoosh and wrapped itself back around Xie Lian’s wrist. Hua Cheng walked over leisurely and flicked the budaoweng doll with his finger, snickering.

“State Preceptor, you’ve changed so much. You weren’t like this in the past.”

“I’ve always been this way, actually,” Xie Lian replied. “You just didn’t know. I remember telling you a long time ago not to venerate me as an incorruptible saintly figure, since I’m not who you think I am in your head. In the end, you’ve only disappointed yourself.”

As expected, all the luck he had borrowed from Hua Cheng was used up. He was hoping for another roll of two sixes, but it came up snake eyes.

Xie Lian couldn’t help but puff out a rueful breath and shake his head.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind. He stiffened and packed away both his smile and the dice.

“You have a fan, and coincidentally, so do I.”

Hua Cheng retrieved a fan from one of the armory shelves. It was small and intricate, its spine and leaf made of pure gold, serene and beautiful. Hua Cheng twirled it in his hand, then snapped it open. He grinned wordlessly, elegance suffusing his murderous aura.

“Lord Wind Master! We haven’t done anything yet!!” Xie Lian was bewildered.

“I don’t think either of you are going to make a move first,” Shi Qingxuan said. “So, I’ll be the bad guy. WIIIIIIND! COME TO ME!!”

Xie Lian leapt to his feet and backed off a few feet, apologizing as he did so. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Lang Ying stared at Hua Cheng, seeming extremely frightened, and rushed toward Xie Lian to hide behind him.

Xie Lian shielded him and said, “San Lang, allow me to explain.”

“Mmm. I’m waiting,” Hua Cheng responded.

“Wait, shouldn’t it be the opposite?” Shi Qingxuan spoke up. “He should be the one who owes you an explanation! He’s the one responsible for the missing heavenly official! Be wary, Your Highness!”

There wasn’t time to think, and Xie Lian quickly gripped Hua Cheng’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry!” Xie Lian cried, then tackled Hua Cheng.

This tackle shoved Hua Cheng a few meters away, and he even tumbled a couple times before he found his footing.