Lang Qianqiu replied seriously, “Your Highness Xianle, do you really know Crimson Rain Sought Flower? I heard your conversation earlier; it seems you two are friends.” Xie Lian nodded. “Then of course that plan is not feasible!” Lang Qianqiu said. “Even though a ghost king is no saint, the fact that he went easy on you must mean that he sees you as a friend. And one should never deceive a friend.”
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