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"No problem, I can leave now. Lance, have you eaten yet?"

Qing'er took the pizza and prepared to take it to the car to eat.

"Not yet. Help me bring some food, we'll eat in the car. It'll be a bit late if we don't get to the city center."

Lance went into the kitchen, took a box of something and went out again. Qing Er quickly followed.

After bidding farewell to the farm steward and the workmen, Qing'er and Lance were finally ready to return to London.

"Lance, what did your brother say on the phone?"

Qing'er gently tore off a piece of pizza and fed it to Lance.

"I didn't say anything. I just said that Roderick left Spain. Qing, don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt my wife."

Lance was very confident in front of Qing Er, he didn't seem to be worried at all.

"I know, but that man is really annoying and cruel."

"Well, but we don't have to worry. This is England, and he doesn't dare to go too far."

When the two of them returned to London, it was already evening. Lance first drove the car to the vampire castle.

"Lance, do you think we can just hide and make it impossible for them to find us?"

Qing'er was leaning on the gate of the castle, smiling mischievously.

"We can hide for a while, but we can't hide for a lifetime."

Lance hesitated for a second, then looked back at Qing Er and said.

"That is true, but he is a Spaniard and cannot stay in England for long, let alone a prince. He has so much time to spare."

Qing'er shook one foot. She had to find a way to lure Lance down there so she could move.

"You're right, but can you hide?"

"Sure, I've been drooling over that coffin of yours for a long time. How about we go in and try it?"

Qing'er smiled.

"Qing'er, are you really going to hide from Roderick?"

Lance was a little suspicious. Qing Er had always been taking the initiative, why would she dodge this time?

"That's right, I'm thinking that I might already have a baby in my stomach. If I were this fierce and fought with others, it would affect the teaching of the fetus, moreover …"

"Bam!"

Qing'er heard a sound in the castle. She didn't know who it was that fell.

"Qing Er, you're not that fast."

Lance didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he had done a physical examination, he didn't seem to have checked this. It was hard to say if he could get Qing Er pregnant. Qing Er was really worried about the baby.

"You have to pay attention to the foetal training if you're not so fast, baby, don't you think?"

Qing'er intentionally placed her hand on her belly.

"You, but since you said to avoid it, then avoid it. Do you really want to sleep in the basement?"

Lance walked over and held Qing Er's hand.

He still hadn't replied to the email yet, so he needed some time to wait. It would be great if he could avoid it.

"Yes, I want to sleep on your 'bed.' That's an antique. You've already slept for three hundred years. In the future, we'll use that."

Qing'er held onto Lance's arm, chattering on and on.

"For coffins like that, there are even older coffins underground. Qing'er, when this is done, I will accompany you back to China. We will always get married …"

Their voices were finally cut off by the ground and could no longer be heard outside.

In the basement, Lance had been following his coffin ever since he was born. He fondled the patterns on it fondly.

"Lance, if you want to sleep here in the future, I will also sleep here with you."

Qing'er gently hugged him from behind.

Three hundred years of love, nobody could give it up. She knew, and it was also because of this that she couldn't let Lance take the risk this time.

Lance had given up the life that humans desired for her sake, she couldn't let him be in any more danger.

Although it was usually a man who said this, Qing'er was willing to love him in her own way.

"Fool, Strigoi do not need air when they are sleeping, but humans can't. In the future, just like you said, this one will be treated as an antique."

Lance pulled Qing Er in front of him, gently rubbing her face with his fingers. Then he held her in his arms, letting her listen to his heartbeat.

"Alright, Lance, when I'm twenty, can you marry me?"

Qing'er, who was pressed against Lance's chest, felt uncomfortable. She knew that what he was doing was wrong, but she was afraid.

Ever since she came back from Japan, she had been repeating a dream about Lance lying in a pool of blood.

In order to prevent this nightmare from becoming a reality, she had to do this.

"You don't have to wait until you're twenty. When you turn nineteen, we'll get married."

Lance rubbed his fair hair, his chest full of happiness.

"Alright, you have to remember that you can only marry me in this life. I won't allow you to marry another woman."

Qing'er took the initiative to kiss Lance. As Lance deepened the kiss, she reached into her pocket and took out a small syringe.

"Qing Er …"

When Lance felt a slight stabbing pain in his carotid artery, he only called out "Qing Er" and shifted the weight of his body to Qing Er.

"Lance, I love you. You must wait for me to come back. When I come back, we will get married."

Qing'er kissed Lance, her tears falling on his face. She was afraid that she would never see Lance again.

She remembered the first time she had been injured in Spain, and she wasn't sure.

But she wasn't going to give up. She was going to give birth to two babies for Lance, one like Lance and one like her.

After helping Lance into the coffin, Qing Er closed her eyes, wiped the tears off her face, and left the ghost castle in big strides.

Roderick was in London when Sunshine left for Spain, but Lance was asleep, and Sunshine had given him enough to sleep for three days.

The first thing she did was go to Princess Yati.

"It's you. What are you doing here?"

When Princess Yati saw Qing Er, she first quivered, before coldly replying with a displeased expression on her face.

"Princess, don't be so stingy. I heard that Roderick has gone to London. Why didn't he come over to talk to you?"

Qing'er smiled and calmly sat on the princess' bed.

"What is there to talk about? Let our Emperor lose all face here, unless you die."

Princess Yati said arrogantly.

"Tsk tsk, princess, do you know why Joseph doesn't like you?"

Looking at the hatred in Princess Yati's eyes, Qing'er felt really wronged.

"Because of you. If it hadn't been for you, we would have been married long ago."

You're wrong, it's because of your princess' temper. Although it's true that a woman is a little strong, no man is willing to be a dog, especially when she drinks. You know Joseph's background very well, he likes women who are gentle as water, and you, who are strong in every way, even force him to do this and that, if I were a man, I wouldn't like you, unless that man is a strong slave. Joseph, even if he didn't have me, it wouldn't be yours, and if you don't trust me, you'll know you're blaming me.

"Swoosh."

A throwing knife flew out of Qing Er's hand and stopped beside the alarm. Princess Yati immediately retracted her hand in fright.

"This is Madrid. You can't be arrogant here."

Although the princess' face was somewhat pale, she still insisted.

"NO, NO, like I said, I came here to reason with you. If you really want to be arrogant, you will have already gone to see Satan."

Qing'er walked over and pulled out her throwing knife to play with it.

"As I said, there's nothing to talk about."

"You are only a princess, it doesn't matter if you say so. Bring me to the king, I believe he will be more rational."

Qing Er smiled.

"You want to see my father?"

"That's right, I don't want to kill anyone, and I don't want to cause any damage, so I can only trouble you, Princess."

Qing'er said leisurely.

Although Princess Yati did not like Qing'er, she still took Qing'er to the palace.

This was the royal dinner, and Qing'er followed Princess Yati into the palace.

When the royal family saw Qing Er, they weren't too surprised. After all, not many people saw her.

"My honored guest, please excuse me."

The king calmly looked at Qing'er, as if he wasn't really worried at all.

"Excuse me, does the king have time?"

Qing'er looked at the sumptuous dinner on the table. She really didn't want to disturb him, but who told her to come at such a coincidental time? Either they saw that she couldn't eat, or the king would delay her for a while.

"Could it be that it's just Miss Wen?"

When the king heard this, he did not express his opinion and instead asked Qing Er how many people had come.

"Does the king think I am not worthy?"

Qing'er smiled as she replied.

"Alright, come with me. You can continue with the dinner. Don't wait for me."

The king rose and spoke to the rest of the royal family.

Follow the king to the fifth floor, the king's studio.

"Miss Wen, why have you come this time?"

After the king sat down, he asked Qing'er with a smile.

"Your Majesty, aren't you asking the obvious? I would like to ask the king, do you know that Prince Roderick has left for London? "

She stared at the king, hoping he would not be as despicable as Roderick.

"Although Roderick is my son, he has already reached adulthood and is able to decide everything on his own. What does Miss Wen mean by that?"

It seemed like the king's skill at feigning ignorance was top-notch. For such a huge matter, he actually opened his eyes and said he didn't know.

"Alright, since His Majesty doesn't know, then let me tell you. A few months ago, someone bribed an internationally renowned assassination organization to take my life, and as far as I know, the person behind the murder was Prince Rodriguez. I wonder how His Majesty will explain it?"

Qing Er no longer had a smile on her face. Towards those who wanted her life, she would not be polite.

"Miss Wen, do you have evidence? "If this were the case, I would definitely have asked Roderick to give Miss Wen an explanation. But if he didn't, Miss Wen …"

"If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, you can call Roderick right now and ask him where he is. What are you doing? "

Qing'er angrily interrupted the king.

"I don't think it's necessary to call, Miss Wen. If I may be so bold as to ask, what is your relationship with Mr. Lans-Van Zow?"

The king looked at Qing'er. It was just a test.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will be getting married very soon. I don't know if Your Majesty is satisfied with this answer."

Qing'er looked at the King with her intelligent eyes. She had a bad feeling that Lance Mo had already woken up and made contact with the King.

"Satisfied, too satisfied. Then you can go back. I guarantee that Roderick won't cause you any trouble in the near future."

The king laughed.

"Why? Did Lance agree to any conditions? "

Qing'er looked at the king warily. She would never agree to any excessive conditions.

"That's not true. You can take a look."

The contents of the mailbox made Qing'er's eyes widen. The treasure map, Lance actually exchanged it for a treasure.

"You believe he has a treasure map?"

"He's a vampire, and vampires have a much longer lifespan than normal people. I think it's more reliable than the rumors outside."

The king said without hesitation.

"Then what if it's fake?"

"Then none of you will be able to escape, unless you can leave Earth."

The king gave a faint smile, but his tone was fierce and no one dared to question his words.

"Well, is that the end of it?"

Qing'er was disappointed, but also touched.

Although it was a legendary treasure, if Lance went by himself, he might be able to buy an island country, which was a bit expensive.

However, from a different perspective, money was a foreign object. The pirates had collected countless treasures, but they were still unable to take them away. Thinking of this, his heart became more balanced.

"Of course, but I want to talk to Mr. Van Zow again. I think he might be willing to come to Spain to pick you up."

The king was still a bit despicable. From the looks of it, he seemed to be leaving Qing'er as a guest. In fact, he left Qing'er as a hostage, waiting for Lance to exchange with the treasure map.

"Yes, but he probably didn't wake up so soon. I let him sleep before coming to Spain."

Qing'er smiled awkwardly.