Fengtian Laodao really wanted to point at Qu Jian'er and ask: You don't accept outsiders? Then is she your wife?!

But he held back, still retaining his rationality.

When the butler politely saw me off from the villa.

Fengtian Laodao then realized that he had underestimated the Zuo family and Zuo Chen.

He didn't even get close to Zuo Chen.

He was simply escorted out the door.

However, he didn't feel ashamed to say it out loud, at least he had seen Zuo Chen "having an episode".

This trip to the Zuo family wasn't entirely fruitless. He flicked his sleeves, quite certain that once Zuo Chen fell, the Zuo family, lacking a successor, would be no threat at all.

After the old Taoist priest Fengtian left.

Qu Jian'er saw Zuo Chen elegantly wipe his hands, as if he wasn't the one who was "terminally ill" just now, but an auditor at a drama academy.

Zuo Chen simply said, "My little sister is spoiled and behaves rudely. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master."

Qu Jian'er nodded: "It is indeed quite funny."

Zuo Chen paused.

Qu Jian'er regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking. She seemed to have killed the conversation again. What should she do?

Blackie meowed and jumped back onto Zuo Chen's lap, boldly acting cute.

As a perceptive "pet," it worried itself sick over Qu Jian'er.

Zuo Chen stroked the cat's tail contentedly.

After recalling the exorbitant price demanded by the old Taoist priest from Fengtian.

Qu Jian'er explained her purpose and said with particular sincerity, "It's better to come to me than to anyone else. After three more courses of treatment, your mental strength will be stable, and I guarantee you'll be able to make decisions on a whim in the future."

Zuo Chen nodded slightly and smiled gently, "Alright, I'll only listen to Master Qu."

He was gentle and refined, and his words revealed a doting affection that neither of them noticed.

Seeing that Zuo Chen agreed so quickly.

Qu Jian'er fell silent for a moment, patting her belly full of words of advice, unsure where to vent them.

Zuo Chen recalled Qu Jian'er's words when she first arrived, about being "borrowed luck and having her life stolen." He stared intently and said, "Actually, I had a premonition and vaguely sensed that I was connected to something, but I never expected it to be my life."

Qu Jian'er nodded: "At first I was just guessing, but I only became truly certain after learning some things yesterday."

Zuo Chen politely refrained from asking further questions: "Is there any way to resolve the issue of borrowing resources? Money is not a problem."

Qu Jian'er couldn't bear to tell Zuo Chen that her strength hadn't recovered to its peak yet and she couldn't defeat him in one move.

Look at the people sitting in the tranquility of life.

Zuo Chen's inability to control his mental power means that he cannot operate the mecha for an extended period of time to serve his country.

He is also burdened by countless karmic debts and could turn into a mindless killer at any moment.

Now, with their lives further burdened by being taken away and their lives stolen, they face a situation where one foot is already in death.

Zuo Chen is still alive today.

He himself is a miracle.

When his steady gaze fell upon the world, contrary to his tragic fate, he was surrounded by a resolute air.

It's hard to describe this feeling.

It is a mixture of resilience and vigor, morbidity and madness, as contradictory as a rose blooming in a cemetery.

To draw nourishment from death.

Transcending worldly concerns, it blossoms with breathtaking and unparalleled beauty, making all other things pale in comparison.

Qu Jian'er secretly made up her mind.

For no other reason than the person before her who was determined to fight against fate, she would find the one who stole her destiny!

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