The sudden words made the surrounding instantly quiet, and everyone stared blankly at Qi Ling.
Qi Ling stood opposite Luo Mingsheng, silently watching him.
Luo Mingsheng was stunned there, his face full of confusion: "Huh?"
Qi Ling's expression was calm, but hidden currents of treachery flowed in her eyes: "I said, you weren't blown to pieces last night."
Luo Mingsheng was completely befuddled: "You... what do you mean? Do we know each other?"
Qi Ling's gaze turned icy cold, devoid of the sweet innocence she once had, instead filled with a terrifying killing intent: "It's just as well, if you were that easy to kill, it would be a pity."
The unprovoked hostility made Luo Mingsheng panic a little, unconsciously stepping back: "No, who are you, you've got the wrong person, I haven't even seen..."
His words were abruptly cut off, standing there like a statue, his bewildered gaze focusing on Qi Ling's face.
