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

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.

Hua Cheng’s exceptionally handsome face was only inches away from his, his brows raised high and his gaze locked on him.

When the stone door opened this time, it dumped him directly on top of Hua Cheng!

He’d fallen into the armory! At the moment, Hua Cheng was sitting on the grand chair of the armory, composedly wiping the scimitar Eming. Even when someone suddenly fell into his lap from above, he’d only moved his hands away and stopped cleaning without any air of surprise. He gazed calmly at Xie Lian, as if waiting for an explanation. Of course, Xie Lian had none and could only lie in his lap and stare back boldly.

“I have to ask, Ming-xiong—aren’t you good at fighting? You were perfectly fine back at Banyue Pass, so how did you get beaten up this bad in a matter of days? How did you piss off that Crimson Rain Sought Flower?”

There was a bit of schadenfreude in his tone. Xie Lian mentally noted, He’s speaking as though he isn’t afraid of being punched. They are good friends indeed.

There was a bit of schadenfreude in his tone.