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Qin Mingyue was stunned again. "Are you going to Grandpa Shen's funeral? I'll go with you, and my parents.

Shen Lang shook his head, "No, I am going to a place very, very far away. I promise you, I will definitely come back in a year."

With a "pa da" sound, the chopsticks in Qin Mingyue's hand fell down. She looked at Shen Lang in astonishment, her big eyes filled with confusion.

Without waiting for Qin Mingyue to speak, Shen Lang said, "Come out."

Following that, under Qin Mingyue's dumbstruck gaze, Feng Ning and Yun San walked out of the study room and stood in front of her.

"Greetings Madam High Lord." Feng Ning and Yun San bowed their heads and cupped their hands.

"It's you!?" Qin Mingyue recognized Yun San at a glance.

Yun San adjusted the short hair by his ear and said with a smile, "Madam High Lord, long time no see."

Qin Mingyue finally understood that after she escaped from Wu Sheng's car the other day, it was not because she was lucky that she met someone who happened to drive by and wanted her to take a taxi to leave.

"This is Feng Ning, and this is Yun San." Shen Lang introduced Qin Mingyue, "These two people are my immediate subordinates, after I leave, they will have full responsibility for your safety. And... I'll tell you what you want to know. You can trust them. "

Qin Mingyue looked at Shen Lang, "No matter where you're going, I want to go with you. "I can resign from Jindu University and let uncle Qin Feng continue to manage the clan's affairs on my behalf."

Shen Lang held Qin Mingyue's cold hands and said, "I'm going to a place where I don't even know the situation. I don't want to put you in danger too."

"Danger... Is the place you're going dangerous? " Qin Mingyue's small face was filled with nervousness. "Then …" Then maybe I can help you! I can still take care of you! "

Shen Lang's eyes were filled with extreme gentleness. He gently caressed Qin Mingyue's face with his big hands, "You can help me take care of yourself and do what the head of your family should do. Qin Feng is already very old, if he is allowed to manage the huge amount of clan affairs a year later, I'm afraid he might not be able to hold on, and his Qin Family is not as strong as yours. "

"But …" Qin Mingyue was getting a little anxious.

"Wife." Shen Lang looked into her eyes: "Just wait for me to come back."

Shen Lang accompanied Qin Mingyue to eat dinner, then called Feng Ning and Yun San to the study room.

"I shall hand over the matters regarding Kunlun Ruins to Lei Zhihe and Yu Dun. "As for the two of you, take care of Mingyue for me before I return. If she loses even a hair on her head, I'll ask you two for help!" Shen Lang stared at Feng Ning and Yun San.

"Yes, High Lord!" The two of them spoke at the same time.

"Also …" Shen Lang said seriously, "Apart from the matters related to the blood key and Mingyue's background, you can tell her everything else. Furthermore, in a year's time, the whole world will experience a tremendous change, and I need you to help her prepare for it. "

The two of them clasped their hands, "Understood!"

That night, Qin Mingyue didn't sleep at all. She stayed in Shen Lang's arms all night long.

They had been married for more than two years, and it wasn't easy for the two of them to enter the state that husband and wife should be in. In the blink of an eye, Shen Lang had to leave.

Qin Mingyue was reluctant to part with him, but she also knew that she couldn't become an obstacle for Shen Lang.

The short night passed quickly. When they parted ways, Qin Mingyue tidied Shen Lang's collar at the door calmly.

"I'll wait for your return." Qin Mingyue said.

Shen Lang opened his arms and hugged his wife as he forcefully kissed her lips.

After a long while, he raised his head and said, "Take good care of yourself."

"Yes, you too."

Shen Lang turned around and left. Qin Mingyue closed the door and stood behind it for more than ten minutes with tears rolling down her face.

On the other side, Lei Zhihe and Yu Dun had already started to set up the equipment and machines needed to open the Winged Dragon's burial space under the TanLoong Village. Lei Zhizhan had already started to build the equipment and machinery needed to open the Winged Dragon's burial space under the TanLoong Village.

Old High Lord's death caused everyone in Kunlun Ruins to grieve, however, this kind of grief was hidden deep in their hearts, rather than being immersed in grief, it was more important to do what needed to be done, and this was what Shen Zhan hoped for.

He had told the two stewards long ago that he would not hold any funerals after his death, and that he would not allow his death to delay everyone's time, as it would affect the operation of the Kunlun Ruins.

After Shen Lang left home, he headed straight for the TanLoong Village. However, halfway there, he suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar cell phone number.

The contents of the short letter were an address with the words "Vajra Gourd for help".

Shen Lang wanted to call him, but after some thought, he decided that it would be best not to.

If this wasn't a prank, then this text message was Que De asking for help.

He could only send a text message on his cell phone, even to the extent that the text was so simple, and he had even given his own name as a nickname, which meant that his situation must have been extraordinary.

If he were to directly call this phone and return, it would definitely harm him.

Thus, Shen Lang immediately had his driver change the route and went to the address in the text message.

That place was in a small city in the third tier, which was about three hours' drive away from Shen Lang's current location.

It was almost noon when Shen Lang arrived at an obscure bar. The address on the text message was here.

He told the driver to wait for him somewhere else and went into the bar alone.

Shen Lang couldn't help but frown as he walked into the bar.

Although this bar belonged to a small city, it looked shabby. The wine behind the bar was covered with a layer of dust, and the tables were all devoid of arms and legs.

There were a total of four people in the bar, and behind the bar, there was a young waitress taking a nap. Three other young men were drinking beer and playing cards in the corner, and around them were scattered bottles of wine and cigarette butts.

Shen Lang walked in slowly. The floor creaked under his feet, which made the other three players turn around and look at him vigilantly.

Shen Lang was very calm. He walked to the bar and knocked on the table: "Hello."

The waitress opened her eyes, yawned and said to Shen Lang, "Lunch time, not open."

Shen Lang chuckled, "I've gotten addicted to alcohol. Can I trouble you to get me some alcohol to satisfy my craving? Money is not a problem."

The waitress looked at Shen Lang as if he was crazy, "Can't you buy it anywhere you want on the street?"

Shen Lang quickly said, "I have a really weird mouth. I like the wine I make in bars. I can't buy it in the store, so you can make me a glass of it."

The waitress glanced at the three young men in the corner, but she didn't know what they were talking about. She pointed to the high seats by the bar.

Shen Lang saw the waitress take out a beer glass, then took out two bottles of inferior red wine from behind the bar and poured them into the beer glass. After swinging it for a minute or two, she placed it in front of Shen Lang: "100 yuan."

"That's it? A hundred? " Shen Lang was dumbfounded.

While the waitress was "mixing drinks" for Shen Lang, the three men closed the front and back doors of the bar and walked behind Shen Lang.

"What, you don't mix well?" An afro-head man put his hand on Shen Lang's shoulder.

Shen Lang grinned and laughed: "It's just two types of red wine, it's too simple. I didn't add anything else. You can sell it for a hundred just because of that? "

The afro-head sucked his teeth and spat a mouthful of phlegm into his glass. Then he said to Shen Lang, "I've added the ingredients for you now. Are you satisfied?"

Shen Lang frowned: "I can't drink that."

"Why can't I drink it? Didn't you specifically come here to drink? " The other one, flat-headed man, grabbed the back of Shen Lang's neck and said, "My brother added fuel to the fire for you. This is him thinking highly of you. "Give it to laozi to drink!"2

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