Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Jumping out of He Luoluo's house, Mimoyan jumped rapidly on several roofs. After a while, she put on a mask, fell to the ground, and turned into a dark alleyway with no one in it.

"Come out, I know you're waiting for me." Mu Yan's voice was as cold as morning mist.

A black shadow flashed past, it was the man's broad shoulders.

He was wearing a black dome hat and a black over-the-knee windbreaker, and his piercing eyes were very conspicuous even in the boundless night.

"You are very courageous, you really dare to come back."

"Since you are waiting here for me, you naturally know that I dare to come back, so you don't have to talk about it."

Qin Lingjun smiled: "It seems that he is really a good disciple of Master, with eloquent teeth and great courage."

Wan Muyan suddenly raised her head: "You...you are really Master's apprentice!"

Qin Lingjun smiled coldly: "Me? Heh, is a person who has been expelled from the house considered an apprentice?"

"You..." Mu Yan suddenly felt that thousands of words were stuck in her heart, and she was at a loss.

She didn't expect Qin Lingjun to admit it so quickly and so frankly.

"have a drink?"

"it is good."

The two entered a bar one after the other. Qin Lingjun ordered a glass of spirits for himself and a glass of orange juice for Mu Yan, and sat down.

The light in the bar is dim, and the music is melodious. The atmosphere is ambiguous, but Mu Yan has a serious face, and Qin Lingjun's beautiful red phoenix eyes are full of sadness and melancholy.

"He...has mentioned me to you?"

"I mentioned it. Otherwise I wouldn't know you exist."

"What did he... say?"

Qin Lingjun's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the way he looked at Wan Muyan was no longer so complicated and treacherous, but became sad.

"he is very angry."

Qin Lingjun smiled wryly: "Well, there shouldn't be anything good to say. You say I'm not righteous, I'm stubborn, a child can't be taught, I'm a white-eyed wolf, and I'm lawless, right?"

"No."

Qin Lingjun was taken aback: "Then what did he say?"

"He said that before me, there was an apprentice who stayed with him for ten years. One day, because of a quarrel, he kicked the apprentice out of the teacher's school in anger, and this apprentice never came back."

Qin Lingjun was startled: "Come back?"

"Well. Master once waited for you to come back, and one year after you left, Master accepted me as a disciple."

"He...he told you so?"

"No, but I guess so."

Qin Lingjun shook his head: "That old man has such a stubborn temper, so what if I go back? Heh, you still want to scold me."

"Maybe." Wan Muyan turned her eyes to the distance.

"Is...is he alright?" Qin Lingjun asked cautiously.

"He..." Wan Muyan glanced at Qin Lingjun, "Seven years ago, he had already died in the ground."

"What... what?" Qin Lingjun was taken aback, feeling as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head.

In his eyes, that old monster has always been white-haired and young-faced, hale and hearty, and walks gracefully.

How...how is it possible?

How could he die?
After a hasty farewell, it has been eight years.

Qin Lingjun's memory has been stuck in that noisy evening eight years ago.

No matter how time flies, eight years have passed, and things have changed.

If there were conflicts between Qin Lingjun and the old genius doctor, there was a ten-year companionship and friendship after all. Now that the man has passed away, why not feel sad.