1740: C1740 In Other Words Life or Death Confrontation

C1740 In Other Words Life or Death Confrontation

Qian Jingchuan respectfully sat down.

"Jing Chuan, once we go to the base, you need to cut off all contact with the outside world."

Yuwen Feng's expression turned a lot more serious and his tone became a lot more serious.

He paused for a moment, his eyes clear.

"Can you do it?"

Qian Jingchuan didn't hesitate at all. He sat upright, and his back was taut. The arc on his face became cold and sharp.

There was only firmness in his eyes.

"Alright."

When Yuwen Feng, who was always gentle, heard this, he patted the arm of the sofa excitedly.

"Yun Xiao is not mistaken."

This was the second time he had uttered such a sigh.

There was praise and sorrow in his words.

Privately, Gu Yunxiao was the younger generation that Nan Huaijin doted on and Nan Huaijin wholeheartedly wanted to nurture. Official Yu, Gu Yunxiao is a rare talent. After Nan Huaijin took over the Qingyun Stage affairs, he went through a series of drastic reforms. Naturally, there were many talented people in various fields.

Qian Jingchuan pursed his lips but didn't say anything. The light in his eyes flickered.

Life is like this, tomorrow and accident, never knowing which comes first?

"Alright, Jing Chuan, I'm a bit tight on time so I can't stay much longer. You should arrange things well and dress yourself light. "If you need anything from your father, just let me know."

Yuwen Feng raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"Yes, Uncle Feng."

Qian Jingchuan nodded in agreement.

Two minutes later.

Yuwen Feng's driver left the quiet Sanatorium.

Qian Jingchuan watched him leave.

The car was nowhere to be seen, so he did not immediately turn around and head upstairs. Instead, he walked out of the courtyard and lifted his head to look at the patch of blue sky above him.

There was not even a hint of color, not even a white cloud as big as a willow tree.

The sunlight fell on him, causing his figure to stand up even more. There were fragmented rays of golden light on his hair.

He took two deep breaths, slowly opened his arms, raised his head, and closed his eyes.

An elderly servant who was waiting not too far away saw this scene, and the corners of his eyes turned wet for some reason.

As an old servant of the Qian Family, he had seen the glory of this Wealthy Class and had also seen its brief decline …

Once, he had thought that the Qian Family would change their surname to Jing. Now, as he looked at the calm and serene Qian Jingchuan, he felt that his worries were unnecessary.

The thousand clans would eventually return to the thousand clans.

Qian Jingchuan faced the sun, breathing greedily.

He knew that once he entered the base, it would mean a long period of time in which he would have to lead a dark and gloomy life.

This day could be long or short.

A day or two.

There is no fixed number of the long.

Yuwen Feng did not hesitate to drop his status and personally came. Thinking about it, the mission in his hands would not be easy.

Qian Jingchuan knew that he could only succeed in this mission, he couldn't fail it.

He slowly emptied his mind, erasing all distracting thoughts from his mind. Some things were temporarily hidden in the depths of his heart.

Just like this, he stood outside the courtyard for half an hour.

The old lady had been waiting with her back bent.

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Holy Land Asian Academy of Arts.

"Achoo …"

Liu Mengyu, who had been staying in Yuwen Qingge's dorm with her, suddenly sneezed. She quickly turned her back to Yuwen Qingge. He wiped his nose with a tissue and got up to pour himself a cup of warm water.

After taking two gulps, he realized that Yuwen Qingge, who had her eyes closed all this time, had suddenly opened her eyes, and her cheeks had become a lot redder.

"Clear Song …"

Liu Mengyu quickly put down her glass and touched her forehead.

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