He was tied up in a corner with vines, looking as if he had just regained consciousness, yet unable to shout.
"Is it Qin Ling? You..." Mo Liancheng's calm appearance held a hint of doubt.
He brought the man out from the shadows.
In the moonlight, it was indeed Qin Ling!
Qin Ling's eyes were filled with anger, wide open, wanting to speak but unable to, making an "um, um" sound as if trying to say something.
Mo Liancheng patted him, and he was able to speak.
"Master, quickly untie me, I must kill that demon!! I must kill him!!" Qin Ling roared in rage. He clearly avoided it, clearly didn't want to get caught in the chaos, but in the end... he was driven mad, as that demon tricked him, stole his clothes, and even dared to transform into his likeness?
Mo Liancheng squinted his eyes, forming a narrow slit.
What does this mean? He was still trying to understand this strange situation.
