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After all kinds of hardships, it is finally on the shelves!

To be honest, I used to think that writing a book was an easy task, but now that I am on vacation, I am planning to write a book by hand.

When I was writing, I realized...all this is not as good as imagined.

It really takes brain cells.

Dandruff, 'squeaking' falling down.

Even, sometimes nervous headaches, it's like taking the three-year college entrance examination and five-year mock questions, it's really difficult.

The author has two purposes for writing this book. One is the most simple and straightforward. In order to make money, he no longer asks his parents for money to spend, and spends the money he earns by himself, earning tuition and living expenses.

The second purpose is to realize my dream. Since I was a child, I wanted to write a book about supernatural beings.

Because, since I was a child, I like watching ghost movies, supernatural movies and TV series, and I also like to listen to supernatural events told by the older generation.

Because of this, writing a book is too difficult, but thinking of writing a supernatural dream, I can only knock out my teeth and swallow it, and I still persist.

Acquaintance is fate. We became connected because of books. I sincerely hope that readers can also regard me as your friend.

If there are any different opinions and suggestions in the book, everyone can discuss it in the comment area.

No one is perfect, and no book is complete.

All the author can do is to do his best to help everyone build a wonderful world.

I believe that everyone reads the book for the sake of comfort, and this is also the direction that the author should strive for.

Although it can't make everyone like it, as long as the readers of this book like this book, the author will not let you down.

Having said so much, it is also the author who wants to communicate more with the readers.

After all, it's time to put it on the shelves. It's like a student's high school entrance examination and college entrance examination, which is a kind of sublimation.

Therefore, the update after the launch must not disappoint readers.

Therefore, I secretly decided that if the subscription reaches less than [-] subscriptions, five chapters will be updated every day.

Reaching a thousand orders, there will be six or seven updates every day, or even more.

Of course, if it is [-] subscriptions, it really needs to be updated... This is something I dare not think about.

Finally, I implore the readers for their support.

thank!

No matter what, I will still update my chapters to show readers a better plot.

The last sentence, I ask for a first order... You can grow fat slowly, and I often read books, and I am afraid that I will be a eunuch at every turn. I can understand this feeling very well.

It is love to give the first order, and it is duty not to!

The current plan is to schedule a chapter to be put on the shelf first, wait until the system delays, and then upload the manuscript in hand.

Because there will be a delay in the timing chapters, there will be no delay in updating the facts. I hope readers can understand it.

If the readers save face and subscribe well, I won't sleep in the early morning... stay up late to code, and deal with him all day during the day! .

Chapter 65

"Oh?"

Qin Lan narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, and asked with great interest, "Your wife? Did your wife ask you to buy this pot of violets?"

"Yes, yes." Wang Zhuo nodded quickly.

"During the front-end time, did you buy violets?"

"Yes, young marshal, it is indeed so."

When Qin Lan heard this, he threw the cigar tongs on the ground and muttered to himself, "From this point of view, everything can be matched."

"It seems that there is an invisible hand behind the scenes to control, and this invisible hand is interested in her!"

Wang Zhuo?

When I was practicing Taoism in Maoshan, I could meet Wang Zhuo every time I went home, and I became familiar with it over time.

Even when he was assassinated once, Wang Zhuo came in time.

Because of this, Wang Zhuo was promoted.

Now, thinking about it this way, if the spy is Wang Zhuo's wife, [-], then the previous assassination might have been arranged by his wife.

The purpose is to promote Wang Zhuo and have a better chance to get in touch with important personnel in the Shuai Mansion.

And Wang Zhuo is an outsider.

In every word and deed, there is no flaw in it.

Because, what he showed is true.

Only in this way, all this can be explained.

At this moment, Qin Lan became very interested in Wang Zhuo's wife, whom he had never seen before.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Lan stood up and looked down at Wang Zhuo, "Can I get up now?"

"can."

Enduring the severe pain, Wang Zhuo held the severed finger and wrapped it tightly with his clothes before slowly standing up.

In this regard, Qin Lan waved to Wang Zhuo, "Go, go to your house and show me your wife. I'm curious...why, when I bought this pot of violets, I didn't go to a flower shop? I went to How about buying it at a rouge shop?"

"What's more, we've known each other for so long and haven't been a guest at your house. As a 'friend', I've really failed my duty."

The voice was flat and approachable, as if he was a guest.

But under the rendering of the blood on the floor, it looks out of place.

"This……"

At first, Wang Zhuo wanted to say something more, but seeing Qin Lan's sharp eyes, he lowered his head in an instant, "Okay, please come with me, young commander."

At this moment, he was in a daze.

I am very puzzled about what happened just now.

What exactly is going on?

Why did the young commander insist on asking about this pot of violets?

In his memory, his wife is gentle and kind, and has never done anything harmful, but her favorite thing is to grow flowers.

Especially fond of violets.

But for some reason, his wife can live with any flowers, but only violets can only be fed for a few days, and then they will wither and die.

But he loves his wife very much.

Therefore, as long as the violets withered and died, he would buy another pot for his wife.

In the past, he always bought violets at the flower market, but once... he followed his wife and saw that the fat store also sold violets, so he settled down.

At this time, although he didn't know what happened, but in order to save his life... he could only follow the order of the young marshal.

Immediately afterwards, the thin monkey carried Wang Zhuo and threw it into the car, while Qin Lan sat in the co-pilot, and Luo Jun drove towards Wang Zhuo's house.

After they left, Zhang Gui and Grimace led the people, simply and brutally broke into the Jinfang Rouge shop, and took away the boss and the waiter.

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Xicheng District, in front of Wang Zhuo's house.

Luo Jun drove the car to the door and stopped slowly.

"Young commander, we are here."

At this time, Qin Lan looked at the closed door and said softly, "Wang Zhuo, get out of the car and call your wife out."

"Yes, yes, young commander."

Wang Zhuo clutched his wound and got out of the car enduring the severe pain.

Just when he got out of the car, his originally cowardly eyes suddenly flashed with determination.

Immediately afterwards, he limped towards his own door.

Looking at Wang Zhuo's back, Qin Lan ordered, "Let's go, let's go down too, and see if his wife is the one I'm looking for."

"Yes, young commander."

"Yes, young commander."

Under Qin Lan's order, Thin Monkey and Luo Jun got out of the car and followed Qin Lan closely.

At this time, Wang Zhuo knocked on the door and shouted, "Nana, I'm back, open the door."

"I'm coming."

squeak...

squeak...

As the voice fell, the door was opened.

Looking around, it was a plainly dressed woman with a very ordinary appearance.

Putting it in the crowd, she couldn't show her existence at all.

She is Wang Zhuo's wife, Wu Nana.

Seeing that Wang Zhuo was seriously injured, Wu Nana covered her mouth and asked loudly, "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, in her eyes, there was no panic or panic, but full of worry...  

Wang Zhuo did not explain, but jumped into the door suddenly, endured the severe pain to close the door, and blocked the door with his body, his eyes were scarlet, and shouted loudly, "Nana, run... run, Marshal Qin Lan is here to find you!" You, run, I will hold them back."

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were scarlet.

He is not stupid!

According to Qin Lan's attitude towards him today, something must have happened.

And the source of this 'thing' was his wife.

In this troubled world, the most worthless thing is life.

If his wife is caught, or if some kind of big event happens, he will definitely not be spared. If that is the case, then it is better to sacrifice him alone and save his wife.

Seeing this, Wu Nana was unusually calm, showing a resolute attitude, and muttered to herself, "Hey, what should come, will always come."

As she said that, she slowly came to Wang Zhuo, and said softly, "Husband, get out of the way, don't block it, with the strength of our husband and wife, we can't resist Young Marshal Qin Lan."

"It's time to end all of this."

Under her perception, Young Marshal Qin Lan is unfathomable, like an abyss.

She also knows... If she insists on resisting, she will suffer the crime.

In this case, it is better to face it calmly.

"Nana, this..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Nana supported Wang Zhuo, pushed open the door, and walked out with her head held high.

It was only when she was less than three meters away from Qin Lan that she stopped slowly, twitched her hands, and said softly, "Nanman, the Tianhu family—Wu Nana has seen the young commander of Qin Lan."

"what?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhuo froze in place for an instant, shocked in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood... Why did Marshal Qin Lan come here today.

He also instantly understood what happened today.

Southern barbarians?

And he revealed to his wife everything about the Marshal's Mansion, he is a 'Southern Man spy'.

And his wife is behind the scenes.